No More Land Mines

Usually hilarious, suddenly serious. Usually a child, suddenly an adult. Usually prudent, suddenly negligent. Ironic. He has a warehouse appetite, is a big fan of coffee, and is able to drive like an ambulance driver. He uses words, as though he is their master. He can say anything in his mind, yet, he is quite misunderstood. Ironic. He enjoys engaging in senseless debates, arguing about the pointless. Then he would spend his sleepless nights accompanied by cigarettes thinking about the logical. ironic. He criticizes and despises many thing. Undeniable he is loaded with frankness and sarcasm. But he could  easily see what’s good and beautiful about someone. He has a passion for real people.

Like an old pillow with that familiar-only-yours-smell, one gets too comfortable with him. He is the most “sought-after” friend for he can gracefully pass through anguish. Always in the lookout for something to do, he makes sure that everybody else is having as much fun as he is. He is selfless. And he would just say, “I’m not good. I’m just good at making people believe that I’m good. Ironic. He is conventional,yet so atypical. There is practically no sense in describing this indescribable person. Perhaps it would be much easier if I equate him with the word IRONIC.