- Date: Saturday, May 6, 2006 - 8pm
- Location: Cambridge, MA
- Kitchen: Paul's Apartment
- Company in the Kitchen: Mike
- Dining Companions: Paul and Brad S.
- Recipe Rating: A-
Lately very few things seem clear to me. Paul is moving away soon and at least twice a week we sit down and try to formulate some plan that makes sense. But after endless rehashing of the same conversations (will he move or won't he, will we try to stay together or won't we, should we just break up now, etc...) we find ourselves incapacitated to make any decisions. While I think he's actually comfortable enough going along without a concrete plan, for me not having a plan is very difficult. I keep trying to propose plans that seem reasonable, or logical, or something. But the truth is, in a situation like this reason, or logic, has very little bearing on things. Every plan we discuss seems bad in its own way. Last night I really internalized for the first time that there is no good plan for us -- it's just a matter of picking the one that is the least bad. It's a little sad actually.