Being an adult is so weird because technically I can just do whatever I want yet I NEVER just do whatever I want

No parents. No curfew. No one to stop me. I could book a flight tomorrow, quit my job, eat ice cream for dinner, or drive across the country at 2am with the windows down blasting music. But instead? I’m here at 1:47PM on a Saturday eating the same boring chicken and rice, doomscrolling in bed, and setting my alarm for 6:30am like a responsible little soldier. I have more freedom than 99% of humans in history and I use it to make my bed, pay bills on time, and sit in an ofifce all day.
My inner child is trapped in a prison of my own making