irony

Someone should start a blog about irony . . .

Did you get the concept of irony the first time your high school English class delved into it? I’m not sure I did, and it never helped that most of the scenarios in the song “Ironic” by Alanis Morisette aren’t really ironic, but just terribly unfortunate (like “a death row pardon two minutes too late” or “rain on your wedding day”).

Ironic situations or statements are ironic because they are different than what you would expect to happen, or they take on a different meaning than was intended. But irony isn’t just for the stage or the story. Irony happens every day, and I enjoy finding it.

When I was student teaching, I called upon students for their best real-life examples of irony. One of my students said that his family member had lit some relaxation candles and left the house. They ended up burning down the house. I don’t guess they had the desired affect. (My own example of irony is terribly unfortunate as well, huh?)

Don't bet your bottom dollar on relaxation candles if irony has anything to do with it.

Someone should start a blog about the ironies they experience in life, the funny connections, and unexpected turn of events. One of my favorite sites on irony (since I have a category of favorite sites on irony and all) is Isitironic.com, where viewers can submit ironic experiences and examples and then vote on the best ones.

So, what would you rate my example of irony (based on a true story)?

This past week, I switched to a new moisturizer. It dried out my skin.

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real moments

Somebody should start a blog about real moments . . .

(Warning/Disclaimer/Preface: This post is highly philosophical in nature, more so than most previous posts. It is not very humorous or knee-slappingly funny, but it was something I had to write about. End of disclaimer.) 

Do you ever have those moments when life is finally so real? You realize something. You experience something. You feel taken aback. Or amazed. Or alive for the first time. All of a sudden, the shams of your “existence” don’t withstand or last or satisfy or matter. You’ve stolen a glance at a massive shiver of light, albeit through the cracks of walls erected between you and eternity.

Real moments are like spotlights in an otherwise dark theatre.

It happens when I have a late night walk with friends. Or listen to certain songs on repeat for indefinite time. Or have an ephiphany – even minor characters can have them. Or something happens that is unbelievable for the cynics and those who believe in luck or chance, or their children coincidence and accident. It happens when I’m running “late,” only to cross paths with someone, and one of us desperately needed to see the other.

Sometimes it’s felt through words on a page, in a story, on a song sheet. Today, my real moment was here:

“Sometimes it seems like the most real thing is what we can see and experience with our senses around us – this life, the tangible . . . Ideas like love, like God – these things sometimes feel more disconnected and ethereal, like that’s the ghostly realm. But what if that’s wrong, and God and love is actually what is most real, and we are more like ghosts walking upon the earth, hoping to become more real?” – Michael Gungor

Someone should start a blog about those moments, the real moments when we feel life and, even if but for a moment, become real ourselves.