Sunday, December 30, 2007

Mongolian / People  

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Today was a really depressing day... one of those camel/straw/back days.

I've been having problems over the last few months with a certain person. We've generally been cool, but this time things got pretty serious. More serious and heated than just about any altercation we've had in the past, and I've known this guy for over 20 years. 

Like I said, I had a feeling the path we were heading down was a bad one, but a part of me held out hope that he'd come to his senses and we'd eventually figure things out. The event that first set us down the road to ruin should have been a minor blip, but instead of a quick apology and an "all's forgiven", everything just spun out of control and now we're to the point that I honestly don't think that the relationship can be salvaged.

I don't see how we're going to come to some sort of middle ground without a major personality change or an epiphany hitting this guy over the head with freight train force, and realizing that two people with so much history can drift so far apart... that they can even grow to curse each other's names and renounce their friendship is a deeply sad and regrettable thing.

The worst part is that it just didn't have to be this way. But, as much as I like to play the optimist, the fact is that there's just no getting through to some people no matter how hard you try. That's a pretty bitter pill to swallow, and it gives a hell of a case of heartburn going down.

In happier news...     

The wife, son and I set out to get some Mongolian cooking tonight and we found a place in the U-District that we'd never seen before. The place was all right, but at the moment I'm wondering which particular ingredient was the one responsible for my current state of nausea and general ill feeling.  I'm a big fan of the whole Mongolian experience, really-- picking your own ingredients is fun, and seeing people cook it in front of you while you watch adds a neat bit of novelty to dining out. I guess the only downside is the one hitting me now; the occasional undercooked bit of food kicking the hell out of your innards.

Guess I should have went PB&J instead.   

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