On maturity

For as long as I can remember, I never really had a problem speaking with adults- the only issue I can recall facing was that I didn't like it when they talked down to me. I hated the condescending tones and the childish questions- I'm a person just like you; please treat me like one. To be fair, it didn't really happen that often, but when it did, it really bugged me- maybe because I matured a little earlier, and was able to perceive how someone saw me as we spoke.

I don't really face this problem anymore, which is definitely a good thing, but as I get older, I'm starting to understand why adults do this. Now let me qualify what I just said by saying that I don't agree with it at all. Many kids are a lot more mature than we think. Obviously this isn't always the case, but I like to give people the benefit of the doubt.

Recently, I had a really nice conversation with a family friend who I've known for basically her whole life. It was the first time we had a real, real conversation and it was so refreshing to hear what she had to say. She had such mature views about life that were far beyond her sixteen years, and it was awesome to get a sense of how she saw the world. I was also fortunate enough to share some insights based on my past experiences, because I could relate to the things she was talking about.

Like I've mentioned in past blog posts, there's nothing better than good conversation. The best part is that you never know where you're gonna find it.