I have a very good memory of my childhood and teenage years. That said, I have a very strong memory of how mature my father was. He was a cruel and bigoted man, but he was never immature about it. Over the past few years though, as I have watched him age into his late 60s, his maturity has ebbed and he behaves like a 12 year old.
This is not something unique to my father, though. Our lives are rather circuitous; we begin life unable to walk, incontinent, frail, weak, emotionally stunted and with a brain that has yet to develop. We end our lives, if we live long enough, in much the same situation.
Of course, some people never really emotionally develop beyond their teenage years. Something not really that uncommon. There is a lot of facilitation in this, I feel, from the modern media. Immaturity and passive aggressive behaviour is still glamourised by movies and television. Sarcasm is funny on TV and films, as are overgrown children; and more and more people are being raised by TV. As a Gen X'r, born in the 70s, I had two parents who worked full time. For a large part of my childhood, being a latchkey kid, I was raised by the TV. Fortunately (and unfortunately) during the summer, my parents would take me to their office to keep an eye on me. (Hated that place).
Moving on; I believe that, for the most part, I behave very maturely towards others. I also, however, believe that I am inwardly quite immature. I still look very young, still feel very young, still sound very young, and still have very immature thoughts and feelings.
So, most people I know (including my therapist) would insist that I am a very mature person; despite this, however, I must disagree. I do know myself better than they do, after all.
So what is maturity? Will I ever grow up on the inside? Will that make me mature? Has anyone ever really "grown up" on the inside?
Or is Mr. Spock a good example of maturity. Raging emotions at his core, but with complete control over what he expresses?