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What is the opposite of ironic?

Was wondering what is the opposite of ironic. Turned to the thesaurus and it gave me sincere. Duh. It really is more like

- having a ball, coming home an hour after curfew but five minutes before dad drives in

- finding a really close friend when you think you really are too old to be making new friends, taking a ten day vacation together and coming back as even closer friends

- skipping going out, spending time with your little brother and rolling with laughter on jokes that only the two of you get

- having friends with whom you can discuss the comments section of the blogs you read, knowing you are not alone in your insanity (lol)

- realizing that you really are in love with your best friend and knowing that he loves you back, and it is not twenty five minutes too late

um still searching for the word. Is it fairy tale. Nope. Not quite. Its simpler. Maybe magic ? the magic of everyday living

every little girl deserves one. can't thank god enough for mine. this one is for you .

saw in her shoes. cried the entire second half. don't know what it is with me and movies. in real life i hardly ever cry. of course i feel bad, but then i rationalise the situation, the action etc. but nothing gets me to tears. almost. but give me a movie, any movie and i will at the very least shed a few tears.

anyways, the speech at the wedding would stay with me always. but the part where i shed the most tears and which by inference touched me the most was maggie (younger sister) telling simon (fiancee) little bits about rose (elder sister) the day before the wedding. and simon telling her, for each one of those bits, that he already knows.

and her understanding silence. the unsaid thing.

you may think you know her but i only wish that one day you know her and understand her the way i do.

the same prayer i said exactly three years back, the day you got married. and this one got answered.

ps: we look so similar and yet so different, we have lived the same yet varied lives, and like i remind you often i am amongst the only two people you share hundred percent of your blood with.

pss: i carry your heart with me, i carry it in my heart

(i know you think much of my literary genius but this last line is by ee cummings)

tujhe dekh dekh sona, tujhe dekh kar hai jagna.......

still playing in my head. from last evening.
wondering can it all really be this simple.
is it the feeling or the person. am i confusing something.
and then is it even important. why can i not stop over analysing everything and just flow with the moment.
or is it that we analyse because we are afraid to flow.