Rain on your wedding day is not ironic. It’s unfortunate. But hey, at least you’re getting married.

Having ten thousand spoons–when all you need is a knife–is annoying. (Who ever wants ten thousand spoons? I mean, really.)

Win the lottery, and die the next day? That just sucks. Tragic, yes–ironic? Not so much.

I’ve never been good at providing a one-sentence definition for irony (admittedly, Alannis is even worse at it). I always have to look it up.

Still, it strikes me today that the initial post on loneliness I did a few weeks ago was inspired by someone who asked me about its nature and then proceeded to drift away. He hasn’t been in touch in a while, leaving me lonely. And I can’t decide if that’s irony or tragedy. Or maybe it’s just symbolically appropriate–as if by initiating the discussion, he primed me for the loneliness that followed.