Your body is an amazing machine. It is highly intelligent. In fact, it’s almost human. . . right up until the point where it doesn’t give a damn what you think.
Believe it or not, your body has feelings, too. It needs to feel needed. After turning 25, you reach a zenith — you can drink, vote, rent a car without a parent’s permission — so your body really has nothing to look forward to when the alarm rings in the morning.
Adult puberty is an advanced stage of maturation. It encompasses the same general concepts you had during your teenage years — well, pretty much the same, only with a lot more quizzical looks, frustration, and embarrassment which you’ll see what I mean as more is posted in this space — and can have an effect on your self-esteem and identity, much like adolescent puberty did when you were in high school. The munchkin-sized boy at the school dance surrounded by giantess girls or the acne-riddled teen among handsome football players also had to deal with new, awkward circumstances. Now you’re the overweight guy at the office birthday party surrounded by lean and fit co-workers packing away cake slices like they were Tic Tacs, or the unhip fella at a bash with younger adults talking about music you’ve never heard of, making references they’ve never heard of.
And that is adult puberty. . . or at least it’s one tiny element of it.