Not sure how to arrest this particular downward trend. Unfortunately, once you've heard one 20-year-old prattling male, you've heard ALL 20-year-old prattling males (this does not apply to males who don't prattle, which we're blessed with several of). Honestly, the sound of one red-breasted titmouse is not singificantly different from the sound of another red-breasted titmouse.
There are good reasons to grow up--and to have a group of your peers to hang out with.
That being said, there are good reasons to foster the next generation of crazy weirdos. I remember in the Camarilla there were adults who fostered fledgeling weirdos. Bless you, them. Blem. Not, it should be said, many of them, but there were a few.
Rf. This is feeling a bit like a midlife identity crisis, and it's been ongoing for like a year now.