I do--way more mature than I was when I was eighteen.

Don't worry too much about it. I died when I was twenty-seven and then when I got to the City it was a totally different month and almost my birthday again. I celebrated it even though the timing was all messed up. What's a few months here and there?

[No need to be embarrassed!] Hey, it's fine. I can be a rambler when I get going, too.