A mathematician once said that “together forever” lasts a fortnight and after a passionate two week fling Tess had to agree. Visions of bridal gowns and corsages danced across her mind. She could get a job here and give up her boring office existence for sun, sand and sangria. Life could be a beach….couldn’t it?
“Ladies and gentlemen we have completed our pre-flight checks…” intoned the nasal air steward. Tess rubbed the sand between her toes and smiled ruefully. Her “forever” had finished.
It’s not so much the different “me”s that worry me. How often have you started doing/saying something only to realise that your parents express themselves in exactly the same way? Or you look in the mirror one day to discover that there is a certain resemblance in the mirror which you are sure wasn’t there yesterday.
I am very lucky that my parents are wonderful people but you spend so long trying to forge your own character and personality that it comes as a bit of a shock when you realise that you have become what you have been fighting against. That whole teen angst thing was pointless; the “nobody understands me” part is void; the rebellious/goth/new romantic period was just a phase; the disappearing off round the world to find yourself was just geography. You create all these different “you”s throughout your life and come back full circle to where you started. The very brilliant Stephen Fry said on a Michael Parkinson interview once that humans are the only creatures who try to be what they are not. You will never find a bear trying to be a duck. Perhaps we should all accept the person we are? In my case, my mother….:)