So Much Love To Give
August 10, 2011 § 22 Comments
If ever there was a phrase which makes me want to reach with some urgency for the sick bag, So Much Love To Give is surely it. But it is, I think, important at this point to say that planktons are not only looking for someone who can make them happy, they are also looking for someone whom they themselves can make happy, given half a chance.
I have had the odd comment on this blog along the lines of, Here you are saying what you want – cf. My Criteria – well, what are you planning on bringing to the table, Plankton? Why should some man want you?
Fair comment, I guess, if a tad chippy. (I fucking hate chippy but there we go).
Still, the thing is, I think planktons do have an awful lot to bring to the proverbial table. I hesitate to say So Much Love To Give because it is, as I say, such a coruscatingly vomit-inducing phrase, but you get my drift. The great thing about planktons is that we have had a few knocks, learned a few lessons and are in a perfect position to be better partners/spouses than when we were young and selfish and grabby (although we were all young once, if a while ago now, a great many of us weren’t ever that selfish or grabby, in fact, but I digress). In the old days, we – or, at least, I – did want children and a career (such a sin? I don’t think so) and that was a very keen motivator. I think a lot of women find themselves having to force the children issue somewhat, often against their better nature (as they know their partner/husband might prefer not to be hurried), but biology is pressing down on them and they have no choice.
As we get older, though, that particular issue having been dealt with in whatever way, for better or for worse, we can turn our thoughts onwards and upwards, not least to cherishing at leisure the significant person in our midst. And by that, I do not mean smothering that person, God forbid, we are at that point in our lives when we relish our space too, only not whole blinking swathes and infinite frigging vistas of the bloody stuff. I just mean being good to him and loving him, and doing it imaginatively and kindly and generously and well.
IF ONLY THERE WERE A GODDAMN HIM!