Lunched with my dearest friend, Sandpit Girl yesterday (so named for we met in the sandpit at kindergarten – and yes that was a very long time ago). Usually we lunch with one or two high school friends, but this day it was just we two. It was lovely, sitting in the restaurant courtyard in the warm winter sun. We both settled on large bowls of potato and capsicum soup – not sweet potato but white potatoes. The soup was served in large wide bowls and the potato soup was on one side of the bowl and the capsicum on the other, and sprinkled with herbs and paprika. I should have taken a photo to share but I was having too much fun to think of you…but the dish kinda sorta looked like this, only more elegant.
A glass of white, great company and two hours had passed before we called for coffee. Perfection.
A mutual friend has been having issues with her 29 year old recently married daughter. They decided to have family counselling, along with friend’s husband. Daughter arrived with a long list of grievances about how her parents had been the worst parents in the world. Now no one claims to be a perfect parent, but I have known friend since the age of 13, and I know she fought hard to have her one and only child, loved her passionately, gave her everything they could, which was pretty much everything and still do, and honestly they did their best, so all are surprised by daughter’s insistence on her parents faults.
After daughter had left the session, friend’s husband tried to soothe his wife by saying “Don’t worry dear, she will get over it” to which the counsellor replied, “I used to think that too, but with that narcissistic generation I fear not…”
Have we created a monster generation?