It would be too easy to start my blog series off on a negative note. There are many disadvantages to a variety of mental health categories. I could go on and on comiserating with everyone about depression and anxiety, but I wanted to choose a different route.
One of the advantages of having brain wired differently is all of the life experience and wisdom that comes with it. Most of us can agree that we feel like we’ve lived a thousand lives in what could really be considered a blip of existence. And all of that wisdom and experience brews a special brand of humor.
Example: Tonight, my husband, (C.S.) and I were driving home from a visit at his parents house. Our son (T.D.), had since finished a horrific temper tantrum having to do with chicken nuggets. My emotional circuitry was completely burnt out from fluctuating between enraged, anxious, and empathetic.
We were at a traffic light sitting next to a car packed full of teenage girls and only one of them singing her face off to songs on the radio. Yes, with the windows down for all the world to witness. Clearly, she was itching to be on Idol.
C.S. is not shy by any stretch of imagination. In fact, if you ask him about it, he’ll say, in his best ghetto girl voice, “She don’t know us. We bastards!” (Us referring to him and I. He’s right.) So he loudly announces, “I love when people next to me in traffic sing loudly with their radio!”, as sarcastically as possible. This did not deter this girl.
But as we were pulling away, I felt compelled to laugh loudly and forcibly as I pointed.
Sorry, my humor is dark and biting.
I can only figure that this was cultivated as a defense mechanism for dealing with the more unpleasant effects of my brain misfiring. Oh well, being wired differently means that this house comes with a unique set of rather peculiar and quirky things. Sometimes, you just have to look at your bad situation and find something hilarious about it. Usually, that produces some dark, goofy, impulsive, sometimes reckless humor.
I laugh at inappropriate things and make inappropriate comments. I’m always blunt, sometimes crass, and often vulgar. I blurt things out. Sometimes, I say something that doesn’t make sense. And I’m great at taking a bad situation and filling it with all kinds of nonsensical things that could have happened. But I am the best at humorous rants.
I can thank bipolar and anxiety for that. There is a lot of power in laughter and I’m glad that I have the ability to harness that.
In what ways do you cope? Can you say that being affected has shaped your humor? I’d love to hear about your humorous scenarios!
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