Exactly!
As I posted previously, don’t misread gallows humour for not giving a shit.
I’ve spoilt too many family weekends getting in a tiswas over THFC and friends and family not into football, have thought me nuts letting 22 grown men kicking a football around a pitch dictate my mood, considering what other challenges some people have to deal with.
I thought to myself, ‘They’re right!’ We do this for entertainment and enjoyment (not been much of that lately) and I need to put that into perspective.
Personally I frequently rely on gallows humour as a coping measure to stop me spiralling into a depressive funk and then that adversely affecting far more important aspects of my life.
No offence is meant, but please understand we’re all individuals and process emotions differently.
My mum has recently fractured her wrist and constantly lets everyone around her know she’s in pain. My uncle, her brother, is dealing with chronic arthritis that has significantly affected his mobility. I know he’s in dreadful pain, but he never, ever moans, just getting on with it. Both are in pain, but manage it very differently.
I really hope this doesn’t come across as some pious lecture, it really wasn’t meant to be! More an explanation from someone that uses gallows humour as his own personal coping mechanism.
