I’ll share a little anecdote though - I’m turning 23 in May and until a few months ago i used to hang out with a 33 year old pothead guy in a college town. He was a nice enough dude, more approachable than many of my peers. a little ‘out there’, shall we say, but that’s to be expected with weed culture.
The problem was, at 33 he was still hitting on 20 year old college age girls and walking around town and trying to crash parties like he was a frat boy. Girls steered waaaaay around him.
“hey, didn’t he graduate…10 years ago?” The guy never seemed as cool after that.
A few things to be learned from this, IMO - #1, appreciate yet ultimately move through the college party / relationship scene, accept (rather than ignore) the responsibilities of adulthood - B, know your own level… I really felt bad for the guy seeing him pathetically try to make compliments to any passing sophomore yet have them think he was some crazy, rapey, creepy dude. Finally, C, remaining a manchild is fine - as long as it’s on the inside. When your outward behavior reflects it into your 30s, in the wrong ways, you start to run into problems. He never grew up, which is a sentiment i have compassion for, but as far as relationships with women go…if you want one, you do need to grow up in that regard.
It was honestly eye-opening, it made me realize both the wisdom of his elder age but at the same time the beautiful thing that being young is. So i have started to learn to live more in the moment but never go a day in life without learning something
Not the leaf in the stream, too weak and impressionable, and yet not the rock in the stream, too inflexible and resistant to change. Rather, be the cat-tail reed in the stream, move back and forth, adapt, yet remained rooted in what matters.
/socio-psychological babble of an ex-philosophy major