Maybe it is that most of the time we are immersed in the love/hate feelings... So intense... So incredibly painful at times...

That Patchy just kind of stood apart from that, for a moment... And found the humor in the situation. Sometimes it occurs to me that it is quite funny... A relief from the intensity for a time... Humor as a healthy, adaptive, coping strategy.

My 'dramatics' can seem quite amusing to me, at times.
But when I'm immersed in them, don't even think to call them 'dramas' or I'm going to feel mortified / invalidated / angry / despairing.

Maybe they really are two sides to the same coin?

I'm not sure (this is something I think on a lot)

Between my therapist being the most special and precious person in the world to me...
And my therapist being just like everybody else

Everyone is special
But then does that mean that no-one is?

There is some kind of transcendence, here

(Similarly to feeling healthy self esteem where one feels valued and appreciated and important... Just like everybody else)