Sometimes the Sads come and that's when you need to flip the mask

The Tragicomic masks of Happy and Sad are an apt iconic depiction of the mindset of many a comedian.

In listening to Marc Maron podcasts I've heard numerous comedians talk about their fucked-up earlier lives ... lives that in a way drove them on stage. To talk about the absurdities and the tragedies they've suffered, endured, experienced or seen but doing so in a hilarious manner would be most cathartic. Sometimes ... sometimes you just got to laugh. Because there's only one other option really in emotional response. 

If I get hit with an acute Sads-inducer, something that grips me round my spine and shakes it until the tears come, then there really is only one cure. 

Get some laughin' on. Laugh in the face of what gave you that pain. Laugh at it, long and hard. And if you can't, then find something or someone that makes you laugh and let that laughter fill you up.

Like Lewis Black. Or indeed Eddie Pepitone. Fuck, listen to a WTF Podcast. WTF makes you laugh, it makes you think. And it makes you feel that you're not alone with having the Sads demon sitting on your chest and reminds you that laughing will get it off , if only for a short while.

To comedy—and fuck you, Sads inducers.

-FIN-

UPDATE: I've linked this before and I am sure I will link it again. The Bluecoat Story. This also made me laugh. Watch this episode of Blakes Seven, from about 25.13. It would probably be funnier without knowing what's going on. I laughed so much I nearly toppled off the TPC (1).


(1) Cass owns it. I have it. And she won't get it back. Why not for one million dollars!