Rescue a cat or something. Find a charity you actually give a shit about and find the best way to donate your money or time to it. You've spent 25 years being a selfish fuckhead; treat yourself to a new type of happiness that can only be attained through not being an asshole.
Don't think about what they are going to spend it on. Don't replay those scare stories you hear about the homeless scamming idiots like you at 50 cents a throw and then retiring to their villa in Grenada. There's a guy on the pavement with a shivering dog because he does not have a house with a chair in it that he can sit in instead.
It is your shit. Who the fuck are you if you don't feel obligated to flush away your own shit? Sex after 25 is great: You know what you like, you know what you don't like, you know what you can get away with, you're really fucking good at it, and you've built up a decent enough wad of bedding to relax on afterward. There are vitamins that can help that. You know that weird clicky shoulder you have?
A sort of dull click, the shoulder makes. A sort of thup. Get a doctor to look at it! Maybe you just need a really good massage, or maybe you have a rare and undiagnosed shoulder disease. A doctor can tell you that thing. Because it turns out that Hulk Hogan was right about taking your vitamins—in a way, wizened old men in leotards are the smartest dudes alive, which makes it so weird that they choose to dress like sex offenders.
Anyway: Tighten up, catch a few Zs, eat a multivitamin now and again. You'll feel great for it. My keys? Would I need my keys if my house burned down? Now I own a really nice set of knives. There I'd be: no socks, no passport, house burning down in the back, walking away, smiling with my knives. If I had to pick just one, I'd pick the big knife. If you're ever thinking of switching careers, or going back to school, or packing it all in and going freelance, or moving countries, now is about the best time to do it.
Maybe you've been interested in politics for years—if you have ever smoked a joint in the same room as a Che Guevara poster, then that counts—but it's time that you step up your game.
It's actually really buoying to have an informed opinion about something, especially when you win an argument in the bar just because you took the time to read an entire article in the New Yorker. So read some pamphlets. Get mad about stuff. Join a march, if you feel you have to. Give a shit. Talking really quickly about feet doesn't make you Quentin Tarantino. You're a fully formed person, now. You're locked in. Stop saving up to buy the exact same leather jacket Drake wore in the "Fuckin' Problems" video.
It's not a real meal, but as your nights out get shorter and your hangovers get longer, you're going to get really fucking into brunch. Then you'll complain about brunch later. It's the cir-cle of liiiifffeeee…. It's sort of true, sort of false, but the analogy is pretty neat: You are a different person, wholly, from that rail-thin year-old you used to be, with that mop of hair, remember, blinking your fresh young eyes against the bright morning sun of hope. Think about it like this: If you're 25 now, you were 18 the year the first iPhone came out.
Now look at iPhones! You used to be an iPhone, and now you're an iPhone 6! You have a camera on the front and the back now! You can capture slow-motion video! You are a lot wider than you used to be, but weirdly also flatter!
It's kind of good, that change. Unless you committed a series of murders or something, you are a better person now than you were then. You are fuller and better-rounded and more comfortable with who you are. You've probably got a better haircut or draw your eyebrows on better. There's a high chance also that you wear better jeans. That's something to be celebrated, right? You're not young-young any more—you'll never be the person who invents new slang ever again; nobody will ever refer to you as a "wunderkind" when you do something well, since you're just expected to be competent—but that's not a bad thing.
A lot of people fear age: They'll never do things for the first time again, fear that the urgent, butterfly-rush of love will never strike them in the stomach again, that they will fade into mediocrity, their life increasingly becoming one long trip to an IKEA. But it's not like that. Aging is about finding new things you love rather than desperately clinging on to the old things you used to.
The 25 is rusty. Apt, right? Photo via Lisbeth den Toom. Sign In Create Account. This story is over 5 years old. Know how to read between the lines and analyze something for yourself, whether it's the morning news or someone's convoluted Facebook post. Be a good houseguest. And for the love of god, write a thank-you note. Understand your finances. No, your student loans won't magically go away.
Yes, you should put money into your k , especially if your company matches it. And so on. Financial literacy isn't something you learn in school, so you'll have to take matters into your own hands. It's worth it. Have fun on your own. Not everyone is built for traveling the world solo , but being able to entertain yourself is a seriously underrated skill. Make at least one simple, nutritious meal. Start here. Walk away. From a friendship, a job, a relationship, an argument, and anything else that you know in your heart just isn't right.
Advocate for yourself. Ask your doctor for a second opinion if you really think something is wrong. Ask that manspreader to move over so you can sit down. And don't let anyone steamroll you into making a decision until you're ready to make it. Perform simple repairs. YouTube will teach you how to sew that button back on or use a power drill to re-hang that badass feminist print.
Cut yourself off when you've had enough to drink. Enough said. Stick to a budget. Take rejection well. We use cookies and other tracking technologies to improve your browsing experience on our site, show personalized content and targeted ads, analyze site traffic, and understand where our audiences come from.
To learn more or opt-out, read our Cookie Policy. Twenty-five is a unique age. For many people at this stage of life, there's been a straightforward path up until this point. High school led to college; college led to a first job in the real world. And then all of a sudden, there's no obvious direction.
The options are overwhelming, and it's hard to know which path to choose. The thought that life could go so many different ways can be paralyzing. I just turned 25, and I'm trying to figure out how to claim this age. I spoke with Leslie Bell, a psychotherapist in Berkeley, California, to learn more about the science behind this period of life.
I also asked for advice from our readers on Facebook and via email. Below is a roundup of some of the submitted answers to the question: What advice would you give your year-old self? You are currently at your physical peak, and will be for at least the next 10 years.
Exercise, and watch what you eat. It's okay to just go to work. It's okay to just have a job. Do that stuff and make money and pay rent, and then hopefully that job leaves you some free time in which you can pursue what you're passionate about in some other way.
But your life's passion and 9-to-5 don't have to intersect. And sometimes it's healthier that they don't — if you burn out on a job, fine. If you burn out on a job that is also your passion, that can be pretty devastating. Look for opportunities that will keep your bills paid mostly on time, but always put your interests and goals first as often as you can. Your mids should be about trying to make your professional dreams come true. You have more information about your choices than ever before.
It is likely you have several good choices open to you. Take a risk. Go for one of those choices that will fulfill you. Don't take a risk by doing something self-destructive. You are young. You have time to recover from bad luck. Be positive. Be patient.
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