I find that I do this a lot. Yesterday I was talking to my friends about the recent suicide of someone from our school and I was laughed (I know, what's wrong with me?) at some awkwardly inappropriate parts. It's not funny at all and I know what it is to be in that dark place (been there myself a few times) though they don't know. I have no idea why I joke about such morbid matters. One of my friends was rather indignant and told me I was crazy for laughing.

This happens too when I fail an exam (laughed till my sides hurt for 20 min straight) and even in therapy when I discuss abuse/suicide/SH etc. with my old T. Joking is my default mode, or else I get really uncomfortable. It's like my facial muscles start smiling automatically which can really creep some people out. My T once told me I have a very wry sarcasm which can be humorous but not everyone's cup of tea. Does anyone else find humour in serious affairs? Sometimes I feel like a freak for clowning around even if I absolutely understand the gravity of the situation.