ironic

i woke up yesterday singing this:

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

It's a traffic jam when you're already late
It's 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...
(chorus about ironies, blah blah blah)

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out

(ironic by alanis morissette)

i don't really like her, but i love that last phrase--- life has a funny way of helping you out. i don't think life has any power at all, not anymore than death. but Life does. well, more like the Life-Giver. He has a funny funny way of helping people out. and people seem to disregard all those beautiful little ironies and focus on the bad ones.

like................ the randomest person becomes your best friend. or my beautiful Atheistic Agnostic Catholic boyfriend.... oh wait! he's not an irony, he's PK...! i get my English terms confused! (sorry Mr.Dove!;) lol. more good ironies? being involved in two different ministries that would appear to fight each other, when in fact, they have the same heart. ummmm more? being friends with your junior english teacher. more? being friends with all sorts of people that would seem unlikely, but we all have the same heart. more? being kissed every time i say that unspeakable word of terror (ahhh!) more? my bestest friend ever is a Jew who gave His life for you and me. more? being dirty and being loved anyway. being stinky and being loved anyway. being completely flawed, broken, and all-- and being loved anyway. love covers a multitude of sins. :) love makes me happy. i don't know anyone who says love makes them sad, and if they do, is because they don't understand love really. love that fills your soul and is completely independent of outside situations, of circumstances, of anxieties, worries, tragedies... an unconditional love that doesn't only satisfy, but it overflows and starts pouring the people around by merely being around.
wonder why you love me so much? haha..... it's because the way i love you is not my own.

beautifully ironic, that what you like about me is not myself. :)

(and if you do not like me, that was my own)