Thumbelina is still tightly bandaged and has had to be kept aloft for 72 hours … and when I tried to do my hair yesterday the effect was disastrous.
So I did something I have never done, which was, to phone the hairdresser and ask if I could come and have a wash and blowdry. Normally I only go for a cut.
Anyway, I really like my hairdresser: she has a lot about her. Instead of getting off her face with her friends at weekends, she loves fishing and goes out with her Dad and sister for all-night fishing trips. She’s been going since she was little, she says.
Today she said she has reached the stage when she wants to be independent. She’s been with her boyfriend for 4 years – she’s 22 – and living with his parents. They get on well, she says; but she would love a place of her own. And, she adds, not just so that I can call it my own – I want to be responsible for paying the bills and the mortgage, and buying my own food. And being a grown-up.
I think that’s brilliant, I say. I’m all for young people being as independent as possible.
Except. She’s not sure how her boyfriend will like it. He’s always lived with his parents and he doesn’t want to move. He’s never had to do anything for himself and when she remonstrates with him, counters with ‘why should I do the chores when the family does them for me?’
If they move in together I foresee a lot of discussion …
But it made me think. She’s so young, and ready for independence. She could be having adventures and trying out new ways of doing things. Instead, she feels she’s likely to become an old nag.
I’m not sure about young people getting hitched up at such an early age. What would have to happen, to persuade them that they don’t have to move in with each other so soon? It’s as if her identity has already been swallowed by the relationship, before she’s had a chance to find out who she is and what she wants out of life.
(image from the.iapolis.com)