My friend’s mother thinks I’m weird because I laugh too much. What bothered me wasn’t the fact that she called me weird, but instead, the laughing part.
Am I laughing that much? Why am I laughing? I thought about it for awhile, and realize I wasn’t necessarily laughing just because of something or what someone said was funny—it’s my way of dealing with sadness. I guess I just laugh it off, hoping it’d go away. Others always see me as cheerful, and if they see me otherwise, then it concerns them. “Are you okay?” or “What’s wrong?” are the usual questions, and sometimes (okay, often), I’m just too lazy to explain everything. By laughing, I avoid all those questions and forget momentarily about my emotional problems.
They say laughter is the best medicine, but lately, it hasn’t been working for me.
(Source: femburton)