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Irony: depressed people are often the funniest. Not sure if it’s because we’re smarter, or our pain is so strong that people think we’re exaggerating for comedic effect, or if everyone goes through a milder version of what we go through and we’re just that relatable.
John Friendsmith or making fun of one’s illness is sometimes the only way to cope
Couldnt have said it better. It kills me though, because I’ve only told one friend that I’m depressed, and whenever I make self-deprecating jokes, I am reprimanded for being “insensitive”, and I “shouldn’t make jokes like that, someone would get hurt.” Thanks man, I already know someone’s been hurt…
Comedy is about unexpected juxtaposition. It’s about showing others the absurd inside the mundane, the ridiculous inside the serious. Who better to point that out than someone who is painfully aware of those things all the time?
Have started seeing a therapist to see if I can get my spark/hope back. But part of the issue is just what it means to be an “artist”. I feel a bit like this character at times.
I have been there, back in my spoken word poet days. Think of a standup comedy routine that rhymes.
Thats one level of unease i have a hard time with
You doing okay Mate?
Who is this to?