When is a man actually a man, or a boy....

Interesting question that springs to mind a lot lately. As some of you know, I am now a roommate in a household of 3 (with one additional guest as a temporary) people. Myself and the more muscular roommate seem to have very little difficulty living with each other. But the third is a "complex" individual. As close as I can tell, this person has two modes of operation. One that is very calm, collected, and professional. The other is extremely childish and immature. Normally, this would not be noticed my myself, as I also have my juvenille periods. However, this individual does this on a regular basis. One moment, calmly watching TV, the second yelling at the top of his lungs some nonsence that seems to amuse him, and only him. Very strange.

I would like to think that if someone were to observe his most recent doses of behavior, a great deal could be learned about the mental capacities of people that have been deprived of parental guidence, cause i dont think his mother or father ever diciplined him. Half the time, I want to put him over my knee myself to try and correct him before it gets any worse. But that thought quickly fades once I realize that I would indeed be paddling a grown man, and in certain circles, I would be paid for that. Ewwww. Instead of acting upon my initial impulses to show him Mama's Diciplinary Method, Vol. 1, I turned to my trustly PC and pretended I was a Gansta from back in the 90's in GTA.

SIDE NOTE: Ice Cube rappin about blastin fools in da street does not promote violence. I stayed in my seat quite calmly actually...

Anyway, time to use up some minutes on my phone talkin to my favroite girl. L8r Sk8r.