I never really liked onion. I used to pick it out of everything. Hated the stuff.
I like onion now.
Its amazing how people change, or how your attitude towards something or someone can change. Granted the above example isn’t exactly the greatest, people eat onion all the time, its not anything for me to be particularly proud of, but its nice not to have to go through a bowl of spag bol with a fine tooth come to get rid of every last bit of diced onion.
There’s other things that have changed too. When I was younger, I could never sit through the first half of a game of football. Now ninety minutes just fly by.
I didn’t like beer, yet I’m drinking one as I write.
I studied a book at school, The Great Gatsby, I hated it then, yet recently I’ve been drawn back to reading it, spurred on in part, I’m sure, by the imminent film adaption. I’ve not had the time to read too much recently, but this book has taken preference over the others on my list; I’m still not sure I completely get the fuss about it, but I think I’m closer to working it out.
The thing is, you never notice these changes. There wasn’t a day when I woke up and thought “Hmm, I’ve been wrong about onion,” but these changes do happen. They are supposed to. They are a fact of life.
These changes are for the best. They are a part of the process of getting older, or more importantly, maturing.
Now, most people mature between the ages of say 14 and 18. Now, I probably started to mature earlier than most due to various circumstances (I definitely put more faith in nurture over nature), and I probably gravitated more towards the more mature people in my age group, yet circumstances have once again conspired against me, and I find myself frequently having to deal with people less mature than myself.
I’m all for a bit of sillyness, right place, right time and its great. I’ve got a very close friend with whom I have an almost identical sense of humour, and a fairly similar personality. The great thing is that we can have the most serious of conversations on all the big issues of the day, or we can have silly conversations, and we can switch between them with ease. This, I love.
When people are constantly immature, however, I hate it. There are several situations where I am confronted with immaturity in situations where it is just not warranted, in both a professional and personal setting.
There is no real point to this blog. Its more a cathartic exercise, not to mention the fact that I haven’t written for a little while. I’ve had a couple of half baked ideas rattling around, but I don’t want them to end up like this, where I rabbit on but don’t achieve anything. But sometimes you just need a bit of a rant.