[Stephanie Wei browses through Social Life Magazine Saturday night]
25 is an odd age. We are anxious and then bored, and then excited all over again. One day we want to be "cultured", the way our older, more experienced counterparts are; the next, we just want to be able to be silly again. Our minds (and mouths) start running at triple speed, starting to personify the Mario and Luigi brothers we grew up puppeteering on our Nintendo's. We want decisions to be easily handed to us, but we also want endless choices. We want to hold high levels of responsibility, but want to be able to fuck up without any consequences...yet.
The 25 year old holds more contradictions than possibly any other age.
Case in point: Stephanie Wei and I this Saturday night: