Last night I described myself as feeling “very mature on the inside”, then followed up that comment half an hour later with a brief monologue on how music is “totally amazing”. It was ridiculous, and I’m ridiculous, and I totally got my ridiculous come-uppance for being such a pretentious jerk earlier in the evening.
Of course, I don’t feel mature on the inside. I mean, I constantly feel like I’m only pretending to be a grown-up, and everyone can tell that I’m just a kid on the inside. And part of that little kid-ness involves saying stuff like “I feel mature” to try and fit in, to try and make explicit the adulthood that I try to subtly fake.
