I both love and hate irony. And, no, it’s not Like Rain on your Wedding Day. That’s just Murphy’s Law — for some. For others, it’s perhaps a warning/blessing in disguise, or just a wry comment at the start of a new journey.
Anyway, back to Irony. I remember it being my very good friend when I was young, but I think I may be losing that connection the older I get. For the young, it’s a stance, usually dressed in black, one that often finds itself keeping company with walls, for some reason. Irony and walls. Leaning against them, generally speaking.…