Heh.
You know, I've never actually seen the last episode of M*A*S*H, but the mere description of the episode rattled me.
The one where Hawkeye demanded a woman smother a "chicken"?
I'd forgotten that was last episode.
Spoiler alert:
War is unpleasant.
I'm more of a maturity-idiot than a maturity-savant.
If I were immature, I would have abused the hard return tag more.
The key is to strategically accommodate your immaturity. I'm not sure whether a career in academia is especially helpful in that regard or not.
The key is to strategically accommodate your immaturity
But changing the mouseover throws off one's schedule so much, most of the time it's just not worth it.
"Come out, come out, come out, Virginia, don't let 'em wait.
A Catholic girl's got the next state."
The second kind of maturity (from tiredness), can be its own antagonist to the considering other people's feelings type of maturity. I know that when I'm operating on less sleep, my perceptions skew much more negative--precaution, a bit, but petty annoyances stay closer to the forefront of my mind, it's harder to mindfully dismiss trivial bullshit as trivial.