THE PERFECT 20

I’m 20 years old. Shouldn’t I be living it up? being young and wild and careless? I find that I’m not the typical girl who has a fake ID to go bar hopping  with friends or clubbing. Am I really missing out on something? I mean sure it would be real nice to be around a great atmosphere of happy people under the influence but shit never really seems that great for me. Im not a goody goody either, I smoke and I drink, but solely in the right atmosphere, only when in celebration and only with the right people. I was having a conversation with one of my guy friends who is in the ARMY, this guy has jumped out of planes,has traveled all over the country, and can take you and tell you about the greatest attractions and restaurants in any city. He told me he searches every single day for something new and different. He loves getting his adrenaline going. He told me that when I get older I wont remember the nights I stayed in and got my 8 hours of sleep, I’m going to remember the nights I actually went out and did something.But ‘doing something’ to me is enjoying a museum or artist exhibit or a play. Doing something to me is treating myself to anything I desire at the moment, be it food,a manicure/pedicure,yoga,kickboxing class, or just staying in and reading a book. All these things the majority of people my age find boring! And here’s a huge disclaimer : I AM NOT A BORING PERSON* I am very spontaneous and can keep a conversation with you on anything. I have a very complex mind and jump around probably more than a five year old.I enjoy being out and about enjoying the scenery to get my creative juices flowing. I am so about being in the right environment with the right vibe. I love being immersed in things I find aesthetically pleasing. NOT in a club with men grinding all over me, feeling like my ass is just about to hang out of my dress and thisclose to passing out from dinking wayy to many overpriced drinks. It’s just not me. SO I kind of worry like, “Am I really going to look back on my life and feel satisfied with it? When I’m saggy and wrinkly am I going to wish I wore that dress, drank that much, and went home with a stranger just to say I had a fling??” I am 20 years old and I and still don’t see the point in a lot of these things. Does that make me immature for not having the desire to wear makeup or high heels or does this make me mature enough to know I don’t need to do those things to live my life happily and in my own way?