Worlds colliding to me is when I came face to face with the fact that I am turning into my mother….
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….:)