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I'm turning 25. QUARTER OF A CENTURY old. God help me.

At 25 I ruled my world. We ran the hottest pub in town and it was a heady feeling. Thankfully I had good 'elders' to look over me whose advice I respected and followed.

At 25 you're still young enough to remember the fun you want to have, but responsible enough to know when to draw the line.

I loved being 25:

Standing on a table, nodding to the dj and leading 200 of my 'guests in my house' in 'Hi Ho Silver lining' at the end of the night.

Pre-empting the trouble and dispersing it ~ with my smile and the doormen watching my back.

The afternoon meetings with fellow pub owners and secret drinks with people who knew everyone and everything.

The milkman knocking on the door for paying and not being answered because the music was still too loud at 7am.

25 was fan-bloody-tastic. I got pregnant at 26. I don't sing 'Hi Ho Silver Lining' on a table anymore :(

Embrace being 25... it won't last forever ;)
 
I once thought that if I could stay young forever and had to pick a certain age, I woould pick 25. I'd be youthful and vital enough and had some level of maturity.
 
Man now you guys are starting to depress me. I just turned 26 about a month ago and you're making it sound like it's all downhill from here!
 
No, of course not. For me personally, I thought 25 was such a cool age, not because of certain life events that were memorable to me. It was just around that time I felt healthiest, more energetic, more charismatic.
 
I once thought that if I could stay young forever and had to pick a certain age, I woould pick 25. I'd be youthful and vital enough and had some level of maturity.


Well I advise people I know to wait until 25 at least to get married,, get all that stuff outta ya system first,,, then settle down.
 
I once thought that if I could stay young forever and had to pick a certain age, I woould pick 25. I'd be youthful and vital enough and had some level of maturity.


Well I advise people I know to wait until 25 at least to get married,, get all that stuff outta ya system first,,, then settle down.

Oh, great. Now I'm going to be wondering whether all the stuff I've never bothered to "get out of my system" is actually in there somewhere.....waiting.
 
Well I advise people I know to wait until 25 at least to get married,, get all that stuff outta ya system first,,, then settle down.

Oh, great. Now I'm going to be wondering whether all the stuff I've never bothered to "get out of my system" is actually in there somewhere.....waiting.

Eh it's different for everyone. My husband and I got married at 25 but had been together since we were 18. He was ready to settle down long before I was. You've got to try a few different things, be honest with yourself, and know what you want.
 
Or in my case, accelerated. I could kick myself for attempting to do things in my teens and twenties that I shouldn't have been doing. Now I have two bad knees and a blown shoulder because I thought I was freaking James Bond or something... Wait, a drunk James Bond would be more accurate. :rommie: I would not have jumped off that roof if I hadn't been loaded.

But the scariest thing so far was when my hands started manifesting the beginnings of my family's rheumatoid arthritis genes last fall. :( That shit hurts worse than my grinding knees.
 
Or in my case, accelerated. I could kick myself for attempting to do things in my teens and twenties that I shouldn't have been doing. Now I have two bad knees and a blown shoulder because I thought I was freaking James Bond or something... Wait, a drunk James Bond would be more accurate. :rommie: I would not have jumped off that roof if I hadn't been loaded.

But the scariest thing so far was when my hands started manifesting the beginnings of my family's rheumatoid arthritis genes last fall. :( That shit hurts worse than my grinding knees.

I can relate to the bad knees. But I've had cerebral palsy all my life, so they were bad to begin with.

Of course it didn't help that my mom had a pool put in with the idea that the water would be good for my legs. We couldn't afford a built -in, so she put in a doughboy. On top of that, I couldn't navagate the ladder, so she put a table (made of steel) next to the pool that I used to climb in and out. Despite laying down padding and pillows, doing this destroyed both my kneecaps, whch were turned inward to begin with.

Ah, what the hell. Mom meant well. She thought she was taking care of me. I'm lucky I can still walk, but I need my wheelchair more and more.
 
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