I think differently from everyone in my family, from most people in the world.
I keep my mouth shut when a person makes a comment that makes no sense to me. The tired rebuttal about how whites didn’t protest after O.J. was acquitted makes no sense to me.
Knee-jerk reactions don’t impress me. It’s not about race. It’s about violence. No one should be killed by any other person who fears an unarmed person.
You fear other people: you need your head checked. You fear the stigma: that’s ridiculous.
I recommend strength training because when you can power lift 205 pounds you’ll have the last laugh. You’ll be able to stand on your own. You’ll have no reason to fear narrow-minded people.
Yet better to take someone out with your caustic wit than your bare arms. Humor is the way to go. I’m related to a guy that can’t stop cracking the jokes. As soon as he enters the room, he’s joking about something. As soon as one of us enters the room, he’s joking about us.
Having a sense of humor and being able to deploy it at will is one of the all-time greatest gifts you can use in your recovery.
The secret strength in my life is that I find the humor in things that shouldn’t be funny.
My memoir, Left of the Dial, is not harrowing. It’s not negative. It’s not the story of a woman who still has major ongoing episodes. I use humor in the memoir, which no other SZ memoir does.
I find joy in life even when life is hard. I laugh, because laughter is the best medicine.
Truly what’s different about the memoir is the razor-sharp wit. I urge you to consider going to a comedy club or writing and performing your own stand-up comedy routine.
Laughter is what makes the world go around. It can inoculate us from all the negative things that go on.
I urge readers to try to have a sense of humor about what goes on.
Have the last laugh. Put stigma in its place by refusing to cower when other people are narrow-minded.
Find the joy in life, because being angry and focusing on the negative ages a person faster than anything.