Why do we laugh when bad stuff happens?
I hate that. In myself and others, we snicker. We chortle. We choke. Gallows humor abounds. Self deprecating remarks pass with giggles rippling between sisters, parents or friends.
Does that smile of mine mask helpless sorrow? Yes, often it does. I can’t help or fix hard situations for people I love. I cannot even slow my loved ones and pets aging process. Perhaps we need those sly asides or feeble attempts at humor?
To everything, I do see a flip side.
Self–deluding humor adds wit and wisdom too.
Make sure that in a crisis the last thing you lose is your sense of humor.
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