September 7, 2011 § 15 Comments
I heard an awful thing yesterday about my ball-breaking plankton friend with new boyfriend (cf. Shedding Myself in a Very Poor Light and Smug or Shit).
Unsolicited, a good friend of the “boyfriend” gave me his side of the story.
My ball-breaking friend has been spamming him with texts etc. and treats him like a boyfriend but he has not had sexual relations with that woman. He is not interested in her and is giving her a wide berth.
I am sure this is just idle gossip and that I should not be peddling it, but there must be a grain of truth in it and I am feeling contrite. My sisterly sympathies are firmly with the ball-breaker because I know what it’s like to be a plankton and we all deal with it in different ways. We are vulnerable and sometimes we get it wrong. She may be a ball-breaker on the outside but she is alone and frightened too, I am sure, despite her protestations to the contrary. Hey, I am also sure I am getting it wrong with Smidgen (pushing and hoping and wishing and not being cool and at the same time thinking he’s a giraffe not a lion and wondering if I even fancy him there again he’s on my doorstep and there’s no one else except in my daft head and giraffes are as good as lions; all these conflicting things and more), and I am without doubt being ridiculous and making a complete arse of myself over Long Shot (whom I haven’t even MET for Christ’s sake). And I haven’t forgotten Caitlin Moran’s fine words in her book (quoted in one of my earlier blogs; I forget which) about women being able to spin out of their relations with potential men an awful lot out of nothing. Call my spinnings and the ball-breaker’s spinnings – indeed any planktons’ spinnings – fear; call it desperation, call it hope; call it the strange cocktail of all of these things: planktons can sometimes work in peculiar ways, and we must be forgiven because anyone can be in our position any time and empathy should tell Anyone that they would most probably behave in the same way, too.
So having been a bitch about my friend, I am now feeling for her. She is hounding him and he is scarpering.
Poignant lessons to be learnt.