I've received endless criticism, hate, been an object onto which some have projected their inner frustrations, contemplated and survived suicide plans, find myself in and out of depression and social maladjustment, feelings of self-doubt and moments of confidence..I don't (or at least try not to) profess to being anything; not a "smart","nice","funny" guy, I just prefer not to describe myself at all for fear of being pretentious.
Since I've turned 21 last summer, visions of my future pervade my dreams and thoughts constantly. I indulge in video games, laziness and gossiping sometimes admittedly, but as far as the former 2, I feel like I do those at a rate far less than my peers (I don't play my video games anymore than 1 hr. a day and most of the week not even that; I stay active watching a baby for 6 hours a day, biking, playing street hockey, reading, studying, debating on Internet forums of various sorts and without vitriol or immaturity for the most part). I try to get my priorities straight and I don't do things like drinking that would jeopardize them.
I do have my faults and a lot of them so I'm not trying to project myself as a saint or innocuous; my point is, When does one know they're mature?