Slow poison

My biggest gift, or at least my most devloped skill, seems to be irony. Ironic humor. And yet of all the people I know only one really 'gets' that type of humor. Everyone else around me either doesn't get it at all, or they recognize it but don't find it particularly amusing themselves. Thus, blog titles, poetry lines, observations in a chat online or face to face, and pretty much any other way I attempt to communicate with the outside world is doomed to failure in trying to convey its full meaning. And all that humor - all that beautifully complex humor - is lost.