I found myself contemplating this yesterday…am I getting more mature?

Sure, being a husband, and proud father of 2 amazing kids has made me mature….but have I really matured?

Time for lists…

(Note: Sign of immaturity: Making lists to figure out if you’re mature or not)

Signs I’m Mature:

Nearly 60% of my shorts are now above-the-knee length. I still have some slightly-below-the-knee cargos…which are my favorites…but I’m getting the feeling that those will soon be on the way out.

I’m listening to more country music. I have no explanation on why I think this makes me more mature…maybe it’s just because I haven’t listened to weird punk bands no one had ever heard of (and in hindsight, should never have heard of…my apologies to The Joykiller).

I haven’t bought a DVD in a year.

I haven’t played a video game on PS4 in over 3 months.

In my last 5 trips to Target, I have bypassed the “Trendy T-shirt” section aisle without hesitation.

NOTE: I still prefer trendy t-shirts as my wardrobe of choice.

Putting on pants seems like a chore. I don’t know why this makes me feel more mature…maybe it’s from the fact that older guys in men locker rooms always refuse to wear pants. It was always weird that they did that, but I’m starting to see their way of thinking. Who needs pants?

I don’t remember the last time I picked up the phone and called a best friend of mine. Ah…this is how I know I’m becoming more mature…I’m developing an “isolationist” policy. Text me, or FB me…don’t call me.

I am no longer a Chicago Cubs apologist. 5-6 years ago, if you told me that the “Cubs suck”, I would launch into a verbal tirade about your team and go on-and-on-and-on about why the Cubs are on the brink of success. Nowadays…well…who has the energy, right? I just say “Yep” and move on. 2009 Kurt would be so irritated with current Kurt.

I didn’t like AnchorMan 2 at all…in fact, thought about leaving…2006 Kurt would have seen Anchorman 2 twice…and if you 2006 Kurt that AnchorMan 2 was terrible…well, see the above part about the Cubs.

I no longer click on stories involving former cast members from “The Hills” or “Laguna Beach”.

I’m becoming mature right?

That’s what I thought…but then I started thinking of everything I do that still makes me quite immature….

On my phone…when I accidentally type “Dongs” instead of “Songs”…I giggle.

I photobomb. Grown-ups don’t photo-bomb…but there I am…making stupid faces in the background, thinking I’m just the funniest.

I wore an 80s Glam Rock wig to the Motley Crue concert, and tried to pass it off as real (which some people did actually believe).

I still know nothing about politics…stock market…banking. Not a clue. I do still know the entire cast to Family Matters…I know where I was when Kelly & Zack broke up…and I know my Seinfeld inside & out.

When I go to the playgrounds with the kids, I find myself always wanting to attempt what they are attempting. Mature adults don’t wait their turn to ride on a swing…they just avoid the swing.

The amount of selfies I take is still far too many for an adult. 

I still refuse to eat green vegetables. Adults eat veggies. I’m sorry not sorry…but green vegetables are gross…and everyone knows it.

AWESOME is as AWESOME does!