Irony ”Incongruity between what might be expected and what actually occurs.”
So… I moved into a new flat. How’s that going? Good… I suppose. For those of you who don’t know what it’s like to live on your own here is a quick pro’s vs con’s.
You get to do whatever you want to whenever you want to do it providing A) it’s okay with the landlord/neighbours, B) you can afford it or C) you have the proper tools to do it with. For instance: Listening to loud music will bother you and only you until your neighbours go to bed. I can eat whenever I want. It turns out that buying eggs in bulk is a good source of cheap bachelor food. Just be sure to double check you have a pan, spatula, salt and oil (see C). Post note: Want tuna, need can opener.
Irony has made herself very apparent to me the last week or so. Moments when the whole crowd would stop and stare in stunned silence and one guy saying ”Well isn’t that ironic?”.
We went out on Friday and for once actually worked up the nerve to get a phone number. We danced, we sang (lies for dramatic effect) and we danced some more. The following week I asked her if she would like to go out with me(I would even pay for the drinks). Good news is she thought I was a decent guy. Bad news is she’s engaged to another. This is unfortunately a problem for me seeing as I can’t really afford to pay for both their drinks. Ironically I am quite relieved since this means I can spend all the money I don’t have on me. Woot.
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| Ironically this isn't irony. Just thought it was funny. |
