It's funny how the world works, and what it throws at you at the times that it does.
Irony has become almost a humanistic identity to me now, i no longer consider irony as an "It", but as a "He".
Humour itself is becoming more humanistic, it seems it has an attitude and personality, and sometimes he's not very funny.
Pain is still pain, it comes and goes, no real identity though, it never sticks around long enough for me to really get to know it.
Love, oh love. Still a concept, don't think it's possible to become seen by me as human, but who knows. As my life changes, and the soul of the world or *God* throws different things in front of me, the better chance of my relationship with it growing.
The fun part is....now i get to rename them.