Maturity

Today the weather was beautiful!
Following yesterday evenings 'heavy hailstoning', 'hailstones', or 'heavy hailing' (Well, it doesn't happen that often here, so I really don't know how to put it, Sorry!), this morning was pleasently windy, heavily raining and very, very dark.
The weather was BEAUTIFUL! It's the kind that makes you want to stay outdoors, with a huge hoody and great company sipping hot chocolate.
That's exactly what happened today in uni =) (Minus the hot chocolate bit!)

On a different note, I was just thinking bout' blogging about this thing called 'maturity'.
There should be some sort of a way to measure it, some sort of a reference point or a level of maturity, don't you think?
Cause' no one can actually call themself mature...I mean what do they hold it against?

I hate calling other people immature...but then again, I try to be as grounded and level-headed as I can, so that they don't go around calling me that.
I don't know what maturity is exactly, but I know immaturity is that thing people do to try and get to you...where they think what they're doing is totally justifiable and not wrong at all...but at every level it's so childish.
Immaturity has some direct link with childishness, don't you think?
Like putting up an act of some sort, choosing not to talk to someone, or choosing to hrut someone indirectly so that you don't appear as though your in fault but you are ...

This was super blurry, as a post...I know...
But that's immaturity...there's something about it, that screams out 'Look at me, I'm so lame'...yet, you can't ever tell when your being exactly that person.

Oh well, <3