Everyone has that unique someone in their life whom I like to self-explanatorily ascribe the label ‘materialistic humble pie eater’. Put even simpler, they are part of a group who share the belief that objects hovering on the lower end of the inanimate thingamabob scale of worth can do no wrong in curing all ills, and procuring batted eyelashes doling out forgiveness in response to their screw-ups.
Polar opposites and messed up materialism
Maturity is re(solution)lative
Ask anyone – of whom you know for sure you already have a good gauge of – what their self-perceived level of maturity is, and their answer won’t sound so unfamiliar.
“I’ve felt old for a long time.”

