Ironumility.

How ironic, eh?

That's right. I said "eh?" coz apparently I'm Canadian. I'm really not, but I frankly don't care.

I also frankly don't care that most of the world is too stupid to realize that Canadians come from Canadia and not Canada. Canadans come from Canada. Duh.

I've been searching for a long time. How ironic is it to ask a question, so sure, so certain of yourself that you don't know the answer; only to realize you've known it all along?

I got my answer. On Monday, 7 September 2009 I got my answer. And my life will never be the same again.

Change isn't easy. It's one of the most difficult things you'll ever have to go through in your life. Though sometimes it's exactly what you need.

How lucky would it have to be that despite my own stupidity, nature was already at work preventing my mistakes from causing everything to take a massive turn for the worse? How lucky, or perhaps how humbling.

Grumpy Bear told me that, "God already HAS a plan."

He's brilliant. I love him. In a completely friendly, heterosexual, non-gay sort of sense.

How amazing is it to see that God does already have a plan. In my last post I was talking about how "I [could]n't see it". I guess that's sort of what faith is really all about though, right? Faith is believing in things which are hoped for but not seen. I couldn't see what God was planning, but I had faith that he was watching over me.

It was an awesome experience to realize that he was already planning around my foolish fallibility.

Another thing it got me thinking about is this so called, "Intelligent Design". Being emotional and such with all these realizationisms and recognizifications I was getting kind of teary eyed and my natural instinct to try and stop myself from actually crying was of course to look up. How ironic is it that we just completely overlook something so simple? It's built into our internal programming. When we're about to cry, look up toward the heavens. Look to God.

How's that for an INTELLIGENT design, eh? Pretty smart if you ask me. Subliminal messaging, that's what I call that.

It's a pretty humbling experience though realizing you have more to THANK God for thank to ASK for. I've been asking God quite a bit lately for only 3 things: a place to stay, a place to work (to support myself), and a way to get there. But I can't even count the numerous items I've found to thank him for. Everything from just my friends, to a place to sleep from night to night.

Dewey told me that maybe this was the time that I was READY for certain things. Like the answer I've been looking for. Maybe this is exactly what it took to really prepare me for that answer.

I can't help but feeling like maybe...he was probably right.

If you think I'm sounding overly light and cheery that just means you don't know me at all. I'm happy. Oddly. It's funny the way it's always strange when I find myself smiling.

When I said I was officially crazy I meant it. But what I actually meant wasn't what I meant at all. What I meant is that, "I'm not crazy, I'm just a little UNWELL."

They did that to me.

Hilarity. Ensued.

Anyway, I don't know what keeps drawing me back here. It's not like I'm ever going to use this thing.