How growing up is unnecessary and totally over rated.

Somehow somewhere somewhat somewhy, maturity seems to be very persistant in catching up with me nowadays. And seriously, man, what the ducking fuck? I did not intend to spend the summer in the beautiful land of unicorns being responsible and serious. No, I came here with the desire for relentless crazy decisions and adventure. What I do instead? Work 12 hours a day (well, that was more of an impulsive crazy adventurous idea, but not the kind an irrational teenager would do- what I would want to do). I want fuuuuuun, I want to be crazy and free spirited. At least that's one of the funnest aspects of visiting another country- being insane, cause the is no limit! Now, I have balls, money, experience and loads of new aquantences. But crazy fuuuun, where areee you? I feel like I'm getting old and mature and the next time I come here I'll see weddings and families and god knows.. kids and what will it be? Me and my friends' kinds having the time of our lives in sand pits? Really, I'd definately enjoy that though- why so damn serious?