When irony isn’t luck gone bad …

fly 2You know that song by Alanis Morissette … (yes, I know, there is more than one song but I’m referring to the one that everybody knows — practically verbatim at that) … A traffic jam, when you’re already late … oh, and he waited his whole damn life to take that flight, and as the plane went down he thought “well isn’t this nice” … and so it goes … well isn’t it ironic, blah, blah, blah …

Here’s the thing … in all honesty  (no offense to Miss Morissette … I mean it’s not nice to shoot the messenger), I don’t find any of her situations ironic. Not one bit. A black fly in your chardonnay isn’t really ironic … not unless you’re use to having yellow flies in your wine. No, a bug of any kind in your drink or food for that matter is gross, not ironic. And if an old man (or any man) wins the lottery and dies the next day, that isn’t ironic either … it’s just really, really, really bad luck. And being in a traffic jam when you’re late for work isn’t ironic either — it sucks. Like really, really sucks. Don’t ya’ think.

Just a little something to think about as you start your day … or end it, which wouldn’t be ironic either. Today’s post inspired by The Daily Prompt, 10,000 Spoons“When all you need is a knife might not be ironic, but it is unfortunate. Add your own verse, stanza, or story of badly-timed annoyance to Alanis Morissette’s classic.”

4 Comments

  1. I am so glad someone addressed this. I like Alanis, but that song was a literary disaster. Thank you for putting this out there. :)

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