Life doesn’t get terrible after 25, or 30, or 43, ect- your idea of fun (usually) just changes. I really could go out every night, but I’ve been out. I’ve been drunk. I’ve been ridiculous. I’ve been cool. Being over 25 doesn’t mean you ONLY live in sweatpants and wallow in the shame of being an Old. I promise- traveling while being financially stable is excellent, making new friends because you have things in common and aren’t just in the same class is great, and being too old to genuinely care what Miley Cyrus does is just… comfortable.