Irony

The greatest irony I know is my own life.

In the attempt to stray away from fundamentalist christianity with all it's rules, jargon and covering ups, I have gone too far. Too far one way and now I don't even remember who I am anymore. I no longer can recognize and draw lines in my own life. I find I always go too far and then just have to come back.

I guess I realized this last night at BBT with my rosary hanging around my neck. It has a man who is hanging on a wooden cross dying by torture. And there I am joking about whether I would give Eug a bath for $1000 and homosexuality and dirty jokes.

In highschool, they called the plays that were full of ironies tragedies and sometimes I wonder if my life has become one of those tragedies.