Growing Up: On the epiphany, and proof that beggars CAN be choosers

Quite the title, huh?
I'm personally pleased with it, and I'm hoping to live up to it. Anyways...
I have recently come to the conclusion that growing up mentally and emotionally has absolutely NOTHING to do with your age. Of course, that's been my operating thesis for years, as evidenced by my dad, but further proved by myself, and to a lesser degree, most of my friends. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that my Dad is immature, nor am I saying that I was wise beyond my years. What I AM saying is that your emotional or mental quotient, for lack of a better term, on any given subject has ABSOLUTELY nothing to do with your physical age. Your capacity for understanding something depends more on your mental state than anything else.
Which brings me to the subject of the epiphany. I had one today, while listening to a song I'd heard a million times before. It was one of those jaw-dropping, walk-stopping affairs, which left me pondering its source, as well as thankful for its wisdom. It occured to me that you can be told something a million times, but until you're ready, it doesn't matter. Your mind has to process the information just so, or the intended effect is lost. And that ability has nothing to do with how open-minded you are, or how old you are. It mostly doesn't happen, but sometimes it just does.
Speaking of things that just happen, or don't, I started dating again recently. Obviously, I'm not a dating fiend, but I met a nice girl online, and we arranged to go out to the movies. We both had a good time, and so planned for a second date. The second date also went well, but afterward... I don't know. The thing is, I don't feel a burning need to see her again. She was very nice, and I'm not saying I don't want to see her again, but the thing is, I don't want to, either. I'm right in the middle. And I think that, due to lack of fireworks, I'm going to forego any further dates. I'm just not enpassioned! And for a guy who rules his life almost completely with his emotions, feeling comletely impartial to someone is weird. So, despite the fact that I've been saying for months that I'd like to meet someone, and go out on some dates, I'm deliberately turning my back on an opportunity to do just that. And to be honest, I've been feeling like a villain in this story, because of it. But the thing is, absolutely no one I've talked to agrees with that sentiment. Apparently not liking her when she clearly likes me (and she does, after all, I'm a pretty charming guy!) is not a crime. Or, as the song says "Loving sombody don't make them love you". As I know, but from the other side of that fence.
Is everyone's life so full of juxtaposition, is it just me, or am I just the only one who sees my life in such grandiose literary terms? Oh well.
With that, I sign off. I intend to post more often, but the funny thing is that I CHECK this site for updates approximately 1400% more than I post in it, so I guess we'll just have to see...

G'night!