Nov 23 2008
Ironic Story of the Day
Ok so for morality, we have this assignment where we have to go without technology for four hours. Obviously, I have forgone the assignment, seeing as I am typing on my computer right now and listening to music. This is for a very specific reason: I am afraid of getting hurt further from this assignment.
Since I had nothing to do for four hours (except homework, which if you know me, you’d know I don’t like to do in the middle of the day), I decided to bike into town. I was just going to enjoy myself for a little while, bike around the country, maybe pick up some money at the ATM. Anyway, I didn’t get farther than my driveway. I was biking with no hands, since I was putting my wallet into my pocket. Unfortunately, there is a rather large bump at the end of my driveway where it changes into gravel. I was unprepared for the bump, and the bike skidded. I flew off. I attempted to right myself in mid air, but alas, it was too late. The bike caught underneath my foot and I smashed into the ground. I scraped my knees along the ground for several yards, and then my head hit the ground. Cursing, I kept moving, trying to ignore the pain. Which was impossible.
Thus, I went inside, took a shower, washed off the blood, realized the blood would keep coming, put on some neosporne, and then some bandaids. Now I am sitting at my computer with pain in my leg. Not fun.
I suppose this is ironic because for once, I was attempting to get out and just spend some time by myself, getting exercise, and the one time I do this meditative act, I hurt myself.
Does irony always have to be painful?
