Some people draw, some people read, some people play a sport to escape the cruelty of reality. All of these things dont change the fact that the world is as screwed up as Brock Turner only getting sentenced 3 months, but you see, they do save you for a little while and thats what matters eh?
I laugh.
I laugh because its my Mona Lisa, because its my shakespear, my baseball glove. I dont make jokes to be rude if thats what they come across. I dont make jokes about 9/11 because I'm unknowledged of such circumstances. I know its a terrible, terrible thing. Nobody should have to go through the pain and suffering that those people have experienced.
I dont make jokes about Hitler because I think its funny. I dont.
I make these jokes about serious issues to cover up how I'm feeling inside about the topic. I make these jokes so that I dont have to believe it actually happend. Kinda like how Miley Cyrus put on a wig and was Hannah Montana.
Actually, its nothing like that.
I know, this is very unhealthy therapy for me, but it works.
I mean until I get dirty looks from making dead baby jokes, but yanno.
