Am I Mature?

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once upon a time, i took a quiz to check my so called maturity level. why? because in the same week, 2 people have told me the way i think is considered mature. result of quiz is as shown above.

so am i mature? someone once asked me whether or not i would accept an offer to a one night stand. i said most likely. then and there, she offered me. i'm not saying shes ugly or i'm scared, but the only reason i declined was because it wasn't the ethical thing to do. it simply wasn't the right thing. hence, i'm still a virgin. no surprise there. thinking back to how i first answered her question, it came to me that some people think they would probably do something planned during an emergency or panic, and yet, we can only see how we react when we are truely faced with that particular situation.

does anyone has a maturity test or quiz out there for me? apparently, one friend had prepared a survey and i was part of it. according to her, i am the only person who answered in the most matured way. shocking.

but the greatest thing that has come to my attention is that whether or not i am truly matured. how do you know? must you "feel it in your gut" to know? my way of thinking is such that there is always more than one scenario and almost every situation has a protocol. when relaxed, judgments are based upon what is most suitable. however, when faced with a situation of more spontaneity, we don't usually make the right judgments (ends up with sex, drugs, smoking...). yet it seems amazing that i have a fixed protocol of ethics and morality during these situation.

back to maturity. am i? am i not? here's an example: with my ability to influence a person's way of thinking, i am capable of at least having sex with one girl every week. and yet, i choose not to. i am also capable of manipulating close friends so much into believing me, they would die for me. yet i don't. i am even more capable to use a person without guilt and not letting that person feel abused. yet i don't. is choosing to do the right thing considered to be mature? or just stupid since i could have so much advantage?

here's another example: i'm a guy. hence, testerone. i consider myself to be perverted (depending on your interpretation that is) but some of my female says that what i show is natural. your choice. me being perverted means sexually orientated jokes during tuition and among friends. also thinking about sex a number of times in a day (despite being a virgin). also masturbating. also porn surfing and fantasies. etc. etc. despite having a heavily "polluted" thinking, i am still only mentally perverted (thankfully). i am perverted. but not to the point of verbally and physically harassing someone. but a pervert nonetheless. does that indicate immaturity? or just hormones?

being only 17 years old (year 2007), some say my maturity level separates from others. i personally think it's my weirdness factor that makes me an alien anyway. for anyone out there who has got some maturity test or quizzes or happen to have made one yourselves, feel free to e-mail them to me at sucker_d_polvis@yahoo.com
i intend to reply your e-mails but i will certainly post the questions, answers, and results here. until next time, find me for anything worth talking about. ask things worth asking. and send me some of them quizzes.

My Birthday

my birthday during the 11th of june happened to be on a monday. torture no doubt the fact that someone told a teacher which resulted in the whole class singing the 'happy birthday' song to me.

presents?
there are a few. although some of my friends did give it to me a week later. the funniest was a card that had a sexually related joke. i never really thought that someone might dared to give one but wow, i got proven wrong that day. guess having a reputation of being a pervert can really affect society.

cake?
the only cake i had was with my family and we had it one day before my birthday which happened to be a sunday. the only reason of that being so is that not all family members happen to be free on my actual birthday. the cake was a chocolate cheese cake and was flatter and larger than a normal cake. one word describes it: yummy.

all in all, i would say it was a day worth remembering. having almost everything going right for one day was surely satisfying. i think i might have felt a tingle of happiness.

The End

my second official poem. written on 26 march 2007. another depressing poem to share. please ask permission if you should so want to use it.

The End
when will the infinite pain find it's end?
the sadness and sorrow that never mends.
hollowness, fear, depression and rage,
these emotions are getting harder to cage.

should i flee? should i run? should i hide?
what must i do to make it subside?
the things that break me up within,
with no support i could ever lean.

endless, are the days of my pain,
and anger that rushes, it's hard to keep sane.
solitude, sadness and suicidal thoughts,
crying for help, but nothing be brought.


the end, the push, the point of breaking,
although anger and fear, but never shaking.
the end, the cut, the fading of light,
no tears of regrets, but the slipping of life.

Gone

a little poem i wrote around 2006. please ask me for permission if in any case you should want to use my poem. but i would wonder why you should want to duplicate a poem as depressing as this one.

GONE
where did you go?
why have you left me here, so lonely with no purpose,
no feeling of happiness,
to leave is like turning me into an empty shell,
to be hallow of feelings,
no happiness,
that is what i am,
what i was, and what i am to be.
i am alone,
with no one to cling to,
and no one to hold,
to share moments with no one at all.
the solitude is hell,
a hell i have to live with,
for the rest of my life.
why am i still here?
with no purpose to fulfill i am merely no one's worth.
only an insignificant person.
the end of my life is near,
i can see it from here.