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I often wonder at my age, is it okay that I haven't been in a relationship that lasted more than a month, that I've only had two people whom I've made love to, that I'm not as rowdy as the rest of my friends, that I haven't had a bad life, that I come from a good family, that no one close to me has died, that I haven't smoked a joint when I want, that I haven't travelled as much as I wanted, that I haven't been in a real fight for a good cause or that I keep making the same (very little) mistakes again.
The answer is: It's still to come.
Most of my friends tell me the reckless things I want to do are best not done. They've all done it, though. And even though they are bad experiences, they are experiences nonetheless and I hope I would have them, if possible.