The Five-Year Itch*
So there's my friend, with the burger. She's just about finished sawing out her first perfect bite, and has lifted it to her mouth when she pauses, the juicy morsel suspended in mid-air.
"I am someone who is looking for love," she says, pointing her fork at me somewhat menacingly. "Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love. And I don't think that love is here, in this expensive suite, in this lovely hotel in Paris."
I was about to point out that not only were we in fact, not in a hotel at all, but in the aforementioned cafe, but also, that we weren't in Paris, or anywhere near its continent, when I realised she had just recited a line from the final episode of Sex and the City**. It should have come as no surprise to me, since every lunch, coffee break and window shopping session I have had with many of my friends in the past few weeks always seems to play out like a scene from that beloved television series. They're all suffering the symptoms of what I like to call the 'five-year itch'.
It's not that I know a lot of people who've been with their respective partners for the past five years. It's just that as we near the end of our five-year university degrees we're beginning to freak out over the prospect of entering the next stage of our lives. In a few months' time, we will find ourselves shaking our limbs free from the shackles, or rather, adjusting our eyes to the light outside the shelter of, a life in the public education system. We can no longer put off the Big Decisions our parents have been warning us of for years on our own, like which career path to head down, when we're going to move out, what we're going to eat for lunch. You know. The big life-changing stuff.
All of a sudden planning for the future involves a lot more than finding out who's free on Friday night. It's thinking about life like an adult- how to find a job to keep you fed for the next couple years, how to earn enough on a graduate salary to pay the rent for the next six months, and how to have enough left over for a holiday once in a while. And in amongst all these new long-term worries, is a bigger one: is my current boyfriend or girlfriend 'the one' I should be with? It's not that my friends are thinking of getting hitched right away. But the concept of marriage is no longer something 'old people' do. We've found ourselves on the 'Getting Old' express train, with no sign of 'Casual Relationship' or 'One Night Stand' station in sight.
And the truth is, it's not just about settling down. We've been through the shitty exes, we've had our hearts broken in all manner of ways. What we want is something solid. "Is he/she solid material? We want solid, but not boring. Holy shit. Is the guy/girl I've been with for almost all of my university life Boring? What if there's something, or rather, someone else out there who's better for me and I'm missing out by staying with Boring? Am I settling for Boring?"
Cue the friend with the weight of the world on her shoulders and what looks like the quarter of a cow on her fork. She could very well be a twenty-something year old version of Sarah Jessica Parker, with all the Carrie-isms she's spitting at me now, all the while letting a perfectly good lunch grow colder by the second. You see, there is nothing wrong with her boyfriend. He worships her, and she him. They're good together. Comfortable. And that's been fine for the last few years.
But now, on the brink of life as an adult, she's not sure if 'fine' is 'enough'. They bicker constantly about little things that never used to annoy them that much before, but all of a sudden, seem to be the fulcrum on which the fate of their relationship teeters forebodingly (Wow. Fulcrum was the best analogy I could come up with there. I am a massive nerd.) Those things that used to be endearing. Like the way he never gets her jokes, or how he's overly sensitive about certain things. I try reasoning with her but she is beyond logical thought at this stage. The burger is starting to look pretty damn lonely on that plate.
I blame the fact that we are members of the Y generation. Many of us are borne of families who through many generations have sacrificed so that we might have the opportunities they could not afford. We know we're on to better things, and we've been brought up, not only to work towards, but also to expect, the best for ourselves. So our main concern now, is whether what we have is what is best for us. Whether what we feel, after all we've invested in it, resembles that elusive Sex and the City dream: 'real love'.
I can't say I've ever been with someone long enough to contract 'the itch'. But I think that those of you who do have it, should stop scratching. Or you'll end up losing sight of whatever it is you've got. For all of Carrie's many theories about love, taught to us over six years worth of monologue voiceovers (my personal favourites including: "I've done the merry-go-round. I've been through the revolving door. I feel like I met somebody I can stand still with for a minute", and "...the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you find someone to love the you you love, well that's just fabulous.") the woman still ended up wearing a wedding dress in the middle of the street, yelling, "YOU HAVE HUMILIATED ME!" at some guy in a limousine and trying her best to behead him with a small bouquet of flowers.
The thing is, I'm not sure any adult I know would really bother with a relationship for five years that is 'ridiculous' or 'inconvenient', nor would any normally functioning adult ever be physically incapable of living without another person, no matter how much they loved them. I don't mean to be the boring cynic, and I definitely don't know much about the 'L word'. But I'm pretty certain people change significantly over time. You can never be too sure if you're with an Aidan or a Big. But if you're honest with yourself, and ignore the self-inflicted onset of itchy adulthood, you'll be able to know whether the person you've got is worth taking that risk on for a little longer.
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* I've hyperlinked references to Sex and the City for anyone who is not a fan. There will be a few: the product of many a late-night Youtube session. There are movie spoilers. Don't say I didn't warn you.
** [Alright, fine, the friend is a fictional amalgum of a bunch of friends' five year itch tales. None of the above anecdote actually happened. Except for the part about the awesome burger and the semi-pretentious-but-still-cosy cafe. That part did. And yes. It was a really good one, just so you know.]
Photos sourced from: http://www.hbo.com/city