We are
all inbetweeners, from the moment we are born. Sometimes it's
beneficial, sometimes not.
The
best time to be an inbetweener is when you no longer look like a
child and don't yet look like your dad! You look young and fresh and
people may actually find you attractive without the use of alcohol or
desperation. This is a time to be carefree; after all you know that
you are immortal and will look this good for the rest of your life.
Then the years of self-abuse and gravity set in, to remind you that
nothing is for ever.
The
next in-between lasts from when you get married to when you realise just
what you have done! You love everything about each other, the way he
opens his mouth when eating or the way she reminds you to pick up
your clothes that you left in a pile on the bathroom floor. She asks
you if you had a good night when you come home drunk after a night
out with the lads, while you understand that she has to sit up all
night with her friend who has been dumped by that ignorant idiot who
she should have never gone out with in the first place. Then
something happens. No one can explain this phenomenon, but suddenly
he seems to have started eating like a pig! While she has become a
nag, always going on at you for leaving your clothes on the bathroom
floor and coming home drunk after a night out with 'those losers!'
Then you find yourself going out for a drink with that ignorant idiot
so his ex can go round to yours and sob all night to your wife!
The
next in-between is from the happiness of having a child until the
realisation that you can't afford one! When
you find out the happy news that you are both soon to hear the pitter-patter of tiny feet, you are over the moon, sitting up until the early
hours discussing what to call the bundle of joy, or who it will look
most like? After three months of parenthood you wish that the pitter-patter of tiny feet had been a mouse infestation! Your disposable
income has now become disposable nappies, and you both have a strong
odour of milky vomit! The man is jealous because the child is getting
his share of booby time while the woman is irritable because the
child was born with one tooth and she says it's like trying to breast-feed a beaver!
The
next in-between is when your child finally leaves home. Your phone
bills become minuscule after years of keeping an international
communications company afloat. You find that one loaf of bread
actually lasts three days and not just a matter of hours. You can lie
in bed together at the weekend without a voice constantly coming from
the other bedroom asking what is for breakfast. Your car has once more become
just for your own personal use and you realise that when someone
says, “can I borrow twenty pounds?” they actually give it you
back to you later! Then he/she has children of their own, and suddenly
your spare time has become timeshare! They think that you have a
desperate longing to see them and their family at the weekend! All
those Sunday lunches they couldn't be bothered to come home for when
they actually lived with you seem to be very appealing to them now!
Then
they learn to be totally independent of you and you are now in-between
finding out who you both are and the inevitable! All these years have
been taken up with stuff! This stuff has always been so important,
that you have never stopped to smell the flowers. You now appreciate
things you didn't care for before. Quiet times together or alone,
catching up with old friends, when the realisation hits home that some
are no longer with us. Your grandchildren become a source of pride
and you laugh at your children as they seem to be turning to younger
versions of yourself. Things that were once so important to you now
seem insignificant while the things that seemed insignificant now
seem so important.
Life is
always changing: when you are young, it is changing at such a fast pace you are
trying to get somewhere but never know where the destination is.
While when you are older, you know where the destination, is but you prefer
the journey. Wherever you are in life, take time to stop and
appreciate the people who matter, the people who care about you and
who you also care about. Don't take anything or anyone for granted,
nothing is forever!
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