Somebody said something interesting to me the other day. They said, Emma, you know, you kind of feel like a grandmother stuck in a 24 year old's body.

And when they said this, I took a pause. And immediately, a bunch of thoughts and feelings that had been bubbling below the surface came to the surface. And I had an epiphany. That my life is kind of boring. Considering my age, I'm 24 years old, my life is shockingly boring. When I think about what it means to be

24 years old based on stories from my elders, the media, etc. I think of chaos, mess, fun, mistakes,

irresponsibility, everything that my life is not, basically. My life is really tame.

I don't drink alcohol. I don't do drugs. I don't go to very many parties. I can't tell you the

last time I went to a club, okay? I don't have a lot of sex. I'm like the relationship type.

I go to bed at a reasonable hour. I eat healthy.

I exercise.

I have a routine that I stick to.

I'm incredibly disciplined.

I try to do the right thing.

I think I'm pretty good at doing the right thing.

My life is really tame.

And as much as this is sort of a wonderful thing, like in theory, isn't it wonderful

to live a life like this? I feel like a lot of young people actually are striving to live a life

like this. And by some miracle, I have found myself in this position where I'm living a really

beautiful, healthy life, but I found myself feeling really bored in it and understimulated,

looking at other 24-year-olds in thinking, should I be living like that? Have I expedited my life

in a way and ended up in a stage of adulthood that's more developed than where I should be,

am I wasting my youth being almost too responsible and living almost too healthy and too tame

of a life too soon? It causes a sense of restlessness in me. And it bothers me because it doesn't make sense.

And so today I thought I'd investigate this feeling.

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