Irony

I just read someone's blog, and there was a comment left on the message boards that made me disgusted. If you knew who this person was, if you knew all about the background, you would heartily agree with me that that message was pure irony. Irony. Verbal irony, situational irony, IRONY.

I know too much for my own good.

Sometimes, I imagine scenarios when the buildup of tension has reached breaking point, and you burst out at me in rage, your typical, rash, un-thought through rage. This is the final unresolved issue, and I sometimes get a sense that our day of reckoning is still to come. Maybe it will, maybe it won't. Maybe we'll just float away and continue with our lives without bothering about each other. But what if that day comes? It's a fascinating thought for me, because I imagine all the possible things you could say, and all the possible things I could reply you with. Will I explode in indignant and impassioned self-defence? Will I react calmly, biding my time, trying to make reason?

Oh well, I will leave things to the future. Let them come as they may, for I yet pray for a peaceful resolution. For now I must do up my Written Report... I actually felt such a sense of achievement after editing it last night. Hahaha, that thanksgiving list worked. And I'm still thankful. Thankful I have open and free friendships, where I can just talk openly and not worry about politics.