Irony

Irony is kicking my ass. Irony is a bitch. One day a friend of mine and I are going to chase her down and beat the shit out of the bitch goddess Irony. And it will be a day of much rejoicing. To long has she reigned and wrecked havoc in our lives, adding comedy and drama we could do with out. I’m probably scandalizing the good people who read this journal. Well, lest you’ve been deceived, I am not a good person I‘m a dreamer. What does this have to do with Irony, nothing. Irony is blind like Justice(who really isn’t blind, she peeks), but the balances tip between Comedy and Truth. Some days I wish I was stupider so that I wouldn’t see that I’ve been double teamed by my own choices(History/Past) and Irony(Comedy/Truth). You think I would have a sharper learning curb. That once burned by fire, I would know better. Well, Irony isn’t the only thing that is blind. I wish fear was blind, but it sees everything, and what is worse it feels everything and remembers all.