Peach Fuzz

I went to a dance this weekend. I did not recognize over 85% of the songs played, and I found myself wishing they would just play NPR talk radio instead.  This terrified me, had I really lost touch with the youngsters?  I immediately went up to the DJ (who I might add was wearing braces) and requested a song I felt everyone could get "down" to... So Fresh and So Clean by Outkast.  At first he said he never heard of it, then he says "Oh wait, you meant that really old song?" Either the DJ was an idiot (likely) or I am getting old (even more likely). Now I am not confusing old age for mature.  Unless one can wear maturity with the accessories of a sailor's mouth and an "I'm with stupid" t-shirt, I haven't reached it.

This got me thinking, how do you know when you are mature?  Currently I seem to make a series of poorly thought out decisions, that despite my stressing over still come out foolish.  I like to think maturity is this, but  with a few decent ones thrown in there.  Is maturity no longer making fart jokes? If so thats not a world I want to live in.  Perhaps I will just buy a fancy handlebar mustache to slap on my face for that more refined look.