I'm young, not even halfway through my second decade of life. All of my friends are young. They're hip and so full of energy. More often than not, they're itching to go out to a club and dance for hours on end. They love to party. They're always on.

And me...well, I'm not. I get tired easily. I don't like leaving the house. I'd rather settle in with some Netflix and my favorite pair of sweatpants than put on fancy clothes and hit the local bars.

I'm a 20-something grandma without needing to have aged a day or having a children. My extremely youthful face and figure are merely an illusion because on the inside, I'm about about 73 years old and ready for a nap.

It's hard being this way, honestly. I can't tell you how many times my friends have suggested that we all go out to a hip new bar to indulge in their youth and I just can't help but think, "But I could stay home and have just as much fun..."

I don't want to go out to a crowded,loud bar where lots of people are yelling and sweating. The music will end up giving me a migraine and I'll get fed up with people bumping into me.

I may look 22 on the outside, but my 73-year-old soul wants nothing to do with a bar. It wants to be home in pajamas, preferably in my bed, with my favorite show or movie pulled up. My soul is old, and it doesn't want to be bothered with these youthful endeavors.

The thought of going out exhausts me, to be honest. That means changing out of pajamas and putting on clothes that are way too tight to be comfortable. It means that, since it's winter time, I'll be the only one wearing a jacket when we go out.

Everyone else's youth might protect them against the cold, but this grandma is always freezing and therefore needs a jacket even with her cutest outfit. It's wintertime; why wouldn't I wear a jacket?

My grandma-like tendencies also come out in full force when it comes to sleeping. I can't tell you how many friends I have who can pull all-nighters like they're nothing and recover in record time.

If I get less than six or seven hours of sleep at night, I am nearly incapacitated the next day. My recovery period can last for days after that. And you bet that on that day, once I get home, I'm taking the longest nap I can. Grandma needs her rest and cannot function without it.

I'm convinced that when I was born, my young soul was replaced with a very old person's. I tire easily. I get exasperated at the drop of a hat. The idea of going out makes me sleepy. And honestly, I'd rather relax in bed than go anywhere. I'm a 20-something grandma, and this is just how my life is.