In December, I experienced this phenomenon personally. Last night, I experienced this phenomenon vicariously through my aforementioned roommate.
It goes a little something like this: “La la la, life is good, busy, busy, busy, personal growth, la, la, la, BLAM!” The “BLAM!” being the spectre of the Ex, rising up of his/her own volition into your otherwise calm life.
From whence the Blam? Wherefore the Blam? What’s up with the Blam?
In my case, in December, the BLAM! manifested itself in a…wait for it…MySpace message. Not an e-mail, not a phone call, not a drop-by, not even a MySpace COMMENT, but rather a MySpace message. After four months of dating that ended in the “dropping off the face of the Earth” method, and then another four months of zero communication on either of our parts, Homeboy decided to use a “Hi” subject line by way of opening gambit. He then proceeded to start his message with “Hi, I’m a jerk. I know you already know that, but I just wanted you to know that I know it, too.” Which, all things considered, was not a bad line on his part. We ended up getting a burger, talking on the phone once or twice, sending a few e-mails, and then…dropped off into nothingness gently again. It was nice to know that he did on some level care, and knew that he had treated me unkindly. But all in all? I didn’t really “need” it, and it didn’t really affect me all that much. I know look back on my time with him as fun, a bit odd, and generally wish him well, and know he wishes me well.
So all in all, a BLAM! of the gentle and pleasant variety.
Last night? Was a BLAM! of “What to the what-what?” proportions. My roommate’s ex, D.B., came uninvited to a charity event that she organized, claiming that “he happened to be in the neighborhood” and “heard about it from a buddy” and he would be so big as to “leave if it was a problem.” Theirs was a loud, sudden, and dramatic breakup; they had had coffee a time or two after but then he abruptly stopped communicating after HE had said he wanted to build a friendship. Then, about a year later, he…just shows up? And…tries to chat up her and all her friends? And…he has a girlfriend, but she wasn’t there? And…he was wearing a suit and tie? It was bizarre.
My roommate handled it gracefully (with the help of some wine and some Journey), and the dust has settled but. Man, that was a BLAM! right there.
Has anyone out there been the BLAM!er? Have you been a BLAM!ee?