I get that all the time. It gets quite tiring after a while because I know who I am and I love me! And yet, I get all sorts of people: young, old, in-between. They look at me and think I'm the most immature person they've ever seen. Not met. Seen.
This is me: I don't like extravagant fashion purses. I carry stuffed animal bags instead. I like pigtails. I dance in the aisles at Target and Wal-mart. I laugh loudly. I sleep hugging a stuffed Eeyore at night. And I'm about to hit 30. I love it.
The truth is that maturity has nothing to do with what we like. It has to do with knowing when and how to behave. You may see me walk in with a stuffed animal purse, but if it's important, that purse is hidden and I get down to business. I know when I need to shut up and when I can joke. That's called growing up.
Grow up, they tell me. I have and still am. And trust me, I'm having a blast doing it!
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