My sweet health nut of a sister thinks the great irony of my life is that I have scars on my face. Mean right? Well not if I tell you the whole story. If I tell you why she thinks that you will agree that its a bit ironic.
You see as a teenager I was paranoid of scars on my face (still am even though I have 2). So paranoid that when I would get a pimple I refused to pop them. Besides being really really really gross according to Seventeen Magazine, which I read from 11-17 years of age, popping your pimples will cause you to have scars on your face that may be permanent. And my mom who is a sweet but slightly twisted woman would always want to pop the pimples and my health nut sister wanted to watch but I would never let them because it would causing scaring. And since I was an overly dramatic teenager I would make a very BIG deal about my mom wanting to pop them.
Now I have 2 scars on my face one from a car accident when I was in college (one broken nose and 27 stitches later) and one from my accident prone nature that I got moving. My Health Nut Sister actually laughs remembering how dramatic I was as a teenager about the whole thing. And I admit that is ironic but I don't think its the big irony of my life.
The big irony of my life is that for a woman that doesn't have kids my life for the last few years has been routinely governed by kids. Even before moving in with The BF I was surrounded by kids and on occasion changed my schedule due to their schedule. And now that the "pseudo"step-kids are in my life 50% of the time my life is often governed by their needs. When cooking dinner I have to figure out what the might eat, every other weekend I am unable to sleep in and I have seen a lot of movies recently that are G and PG rated that I would normally have never seen.
I am not complaining I am just saying this may be the true irony of my life...of course there are so many its hard to keep track of them all.
Whats the big irony of your life?