Maturity...

So I'm having this discussion on maturity with a friend...was actually thinking about it on my way to work this morning... What the fuck is maturity anyway? There is a very fine line between mature, funny, irresponsible and just being a freak.

At 33 (2months away from 34) I still find myself doing shit like riding bicycles with my kids, going skinny dipping in the ocean...naked....at night.... Listening to music really loud in my car. Pulling random dance moves at work, challenging my son to see who does the moonwalk the best, tap dancing on my "stoep", getting drunk - sitting on the pavement eating dry bread and chicken (bring back memories Neilie? ha ha). Laughing my ass off at random shit....blah blah blah..

So living life to its fullest....does that make me immature or just fun?