I’ve been dragging my writing feet, but as writing is a means of catharsis to me, I knew I had to write to get something that had been nibbling at my soul, out of my system sooner rather than later.
“Many turtles as well as tortoises are able to pull in all four legs and their heads to hide in their shells. Their shells protect them from predators and also help them feel safe if they were feeling threatened or in danger before retreating into their shell. ” ~ AnimalQuestions.org
We have very high standards of friendship, with the result that B and I have very few friends. Those we do have, are diamond quality. At work I have a colleague with whom I had shared some personal stories and had started thinking of them as a friend. Over the last year or two, I have gradually realized that they are not as supportive as I thought them to be, but have kept listening to their personal woes and blessings, sympathizing and celebrating with them as the related stories demanded, while sharing a tidbit of my own life when I could get in a word sideways. The last straw that broke this camel’s back, however, was when I shared my concern for a friend at the charity B and I work for, who has cancer that had now spread to her bones.
They listened to me, waiting for me to finish talking and then said, “I must remember to go for a bone density test.”
I was gobsmacked. Here I am sharing my distress, expecting empathy, but all they can think of, is their own bone density test…
“Isn’t it rich, isn’t it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career
And where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns
Don’t bother they’re here…”
~ Stephen Sondheim
Call me turtle…