Ironic

01Feb07

The Concept of Irony was first seen in Socrates’s “work”, as he wandered around proving people were hypocrites. Most often one had claimed to know many, yet in the end proved to know very little. So what have we learned from Socrates?

It’s funny how most of the events that made up my life are so recent. Like yesterday is a couple of years ago. I can remember everything you said. Everything each of you said. And then I see the memories I thought I lost, the dreams I forgot about, the things I never had. Then I look again and see how much of what I have I didn’t expect, thinking how lucky I am to be here, now, thinking and writing, feeling alive.
I’m changing? Yes/No? The fact that I’m even asking this question makes me think that I am. I’m floating in the universe of my own life and circumstances. Just as Socrates’s role of a gadfly came from his inner self, his identity, his beliefs, so my role of a gadfly, over myself, comes from inside. You can still have everything and not enjoy anything. You can be happy without having anything. Ironically, you can be alone when you’re surrounded by millions of people. I keep telling myself: “Life is NOW, don’t waste it! Make most of your time and keep holding on. Remember yourself. Forget yourself”, aahhhh… Luckily, the weekend will let me get rid of this confusion. I am not lost, even though I’ve lost a few marbles. Have you seen them?

Monday morning I looked over someone’s profile on hi5 and found a couple of pictures of the sunset. I thought about it one bit and then sent the person a few pictures I’ve taken saying “don’t need to reply.”
Did you know that the word ‘bit’ – the computer bit – comes from the expression ‘binary digit’? That’s how these bits came to life…
I’m thinking of doing something unusual,…

Yes, I know I can’t get one thought out properly. I keep interrupting myself, which is funny because I’m not interested in talking in the first place. Whenever I’m lost (or at least can’t find my words) I think of writing a poem… or a song… But now…

We hear of irony everyday, we probably are ironic ourselves. And isn’t life ironic? Heey… it is!

…indeed, ironic, and for the past few days I heard a song about it over and over and over again, and I’m still not sick of hearing it. It goes like this…

An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It’s a black fly in your Chardonnay
It’s a death row pardon two minutes too late
And isn’t it ironic… don’t you think

It’s like rain on your wedding day
It’s a free ride when you’ve already paid
It’s the good advice that you just didn’t take
Who would’ve thought… it figures

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
“Well isn’t this nice…”
And isn’t it ironic… don’t you think

It’s like rain on your wedding day
It’s a free ride when you’ve already paid
It’s the good advice that you just didn’t take
Who would’ve thought… it figures

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything’s okay and everything’s going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything’s gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face

A traffic jam when you’re already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It’s like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It’s meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn’t it ironic…don’t you think
A little too ironic…and, yeah, I really do think…

It’s like rain on your wedding day
It’s a free ride when you’ve already paid
It’s the good advice that you just didn’t take
Who would’ve thought… it figures

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out
- Alanis Morissette, Ironic

… and life is funny.

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