Some bridges once broken can be mended, the construction may even better better, stronger this time than the last as the experience form when it last broke down can be used to make it withstand whatever tests it failed to last time yet there is an equal chance that the new one will be shoddier, weaker than before; as if oft the case of interpersonal relations. Of course, in some cases the damage is such that even reconstruction is not possible. In the Civil Engg. world when such a situation arises we know to abandon the plan and build elsewhere; well, unless there are any major issues, technical or economic, we would clear the rubble and continue); but it is not Civil Engg. that concerns me, it is the interpersonal relations for which I have chosen this crude metaphor and in these cases it may not always be evident for one party that the damage is irrevocable.
They say that when things head south and temperatures begin to rise it's best to disengage and find a nice refrigerator to stuff your head inside to cool it down a bit lest you do something rash, problem is for some people that the temperatures when rising rise slowly but surely defying even the cooling power of a fridge and it's only once that critical temperature is reached and some regrettable explosion takes place that the person realises that they have just experienced an "Oops, I shouldn't have done that" moment. From here some people move on, others sit and try and mend the damage knowing yet not acknowledging that the debris from their little "Oops" moment will take a long time to clear and only once that happens can there be even a glimmer of hope for any reconciliation for the two river banks "so close yet so far"; of course, in some(many?) cases even the first part of that cliched phrase may not apply.
These people then form the body of morose souls who have seemingly given up on all other worldly matters while seeking to resolve the issue of the broken down bridge, a task that continually frustrates with it's lack of results; but when you stir up a hornets nest moments after the previous calamity has been dealt with sympathy, understanding and forgiveness are three things which you will find in scarce supply from that fair, and inaccessible bank, yonder o'er the river; especially if you do it in the spectacular style alluded to in the paragraph above. It's pretty understandable too seeing as most people are supposed to be adults by the time they come across major bridge making and breaking (kids face this too, of course, but their mistakes are understandable. They are kids after all.) and so you have no teenage angst or pre-teen clueless clumsiness to come to your rescue if interrogated as to why you let such a thing happen.
The only solution to this is to act the adult you're supposed to be in these situations at the very least. No one's stopping you from baby talking your way through your day, or jumping about like a monkey or conversing in gibberish using 'words' like 'bleah' or sticking your tongue out at people or any such childish act you may enjoy. All I would recommend is don't try the "They didn't talk to me for so long so I won't talk to them for longer" line. All it results in is more broken bridges, that too when there were hopes of recovery.
Also, definitely don't go for a delayed outburst. You want to explode, explode then else vent some other way... unless moldy debris and rubble are what you wanted to see.
Note: Now as a piece of writing, this is utter rubbish. Fast food... appetizers at that, I suppose, but this one topic came to mind for varying reasons and also, suffering as I am from writer's block with any piece of more than half the size of this one, a masala piece that I can quickly churn out while random thoughts and metaphors tumble around through my head seemed to be the best bet. Also, my latest posts haven't been too hot anyway and this being a tab bit better than the last, so here you go, or rather: there you went. :p
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