Maturity. What the fuck does that even mean? Do you judge people on their maturity whether they still like to jump and play like a kid or whether they still like to gossip and join cliques. Guess what. So called adults will still gossip and choose sides ‘til the day they fucking die. If you live long enough you’ll be gossiping and clique-ing in an old folks home. Maturity isn’t a number. I’ve met kids that are more respectable than some adults. I’ve met grown folks that know how to have more fun than some young people. You can take your maturity and well use your imagination. If you still got some left.