Shakespeare's metaphors danced within it, Alanis Morrissette wrote a song that didn't contain any of it-the song itself was It, and people have used it for years to slap a label on something that just felt like crap (me included).
Irony - 1 : a pretense of ignorance and of willingness to learn from another assumed in order to make the other's false conceptions conspicuous by adroit questioning -- called also Socratic irony
2 a : the use of words to express something other than and especially the opposite of the literal meaning b : a usually humorous or sardonic literary style or form characterized by irony c : an ironic expression or utterance
3 a (1) : incongruity between the actual result of a sequence of events and the normal or expected result (2) : an event or result marked by such incongruity b : incongruity between a situation developed in a drama and the accompanying words or actions that is understood by the audience but not by the characters in the play -- called also dramatic irony, tragic irony
The song, to use an example, and the album itself was about emotional honesty. Coming to terms with real feelings and acknowledging them. I have been striving to do this for a bit now. Letting my real feelings be known, although with a backfire or two. It happens...it sucks. At least, I can say I was honest and said what I truly felt.
My friednship with CJ this last year, was an example of that, for me. He, on the other hand, struggled with honesty. If he was really honest with me from the start, then he knows I wouldn't have stuck around for the few months I did. He said he didn't want me to go, but he didn't want the same things as me. Well, you can't have your cake and eat it too. It's just the way it is. And it sucks.
Matt, the guy I have so much trouble in forgiving? I could forgive. If he could give me that chance he said he never did. For me, admitting that I would try is a hard thing to do. It scares me to admit to myself that I would try in a heart beat. I feel weak, foolish. But how much of that is my fear or a knowing of what would be good? How do I know it would be good? I just do. One of those things I just "know". Friends, family ask me how I could feel something for someone that treated me the way he did. I don't know. I can't explain it cause I haven't ever felt this way before. I don't have a lesson or example to rationalize it. Thus, my question of foolishness. I am sure I am a closed issue in his mind. Perhaps even, a mistake. It's just the way it is. And it sucks.
I broke down and asked for Gmail. It is another outside email account. I have several I hardly use as it is. Now what do I do with it?
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