"i’m glad you still have your laugh."

mikki said this to me months ago when i met her for drinks, which was monumental, i was so depressed. i thought it was such a nice thing to say. my therapist had asked me before “why are you saying you are depressed when you are laughing?” and i didn’t know what to say except “well, it’s still funny.” when i was home both of my parents, separately, would tell me extremely harrowing stories about my brother’s drug addiction and several related and recent near-death experiences, and they would start laughing—at the funny parts—and so would i and i was like, oh this is where i got it from. my parents are also both good in a crisis; friendly and sociable; deeply, deeply ethical; and kind of assholish when necessary. just like me.