I used to do this a lot during my unstable years. Now it happens less, but I still feel like smiling at inappropriate times on the inside sometimes, it just doesn’t show on the outside most of the time. My worst fear which has become less pronounced lately, is laughing out loud or grinning at one of my family members funeral. When I was unstable this was my worst fear other than being physically harmed.
I kinda like the fact that I don’t cry and make a fool of myself at funerals and such. I did talk to my pdoc about not crying about my mom’s death, ever. He said that I must not have much feeling for her. I’m laughing about what he said right now.
I have this problem, smiling at inappropriste times. 3 or so years ago I had to a funeral of a relative and I barely held it in, don’t think anybody noticed, back then I had more control over it. Had to carry the coffin as well and was pictured, would have been disasterous. Right now I don’t think I could do it. My grandma’s health is poor and not going to the funeral of your grandma who basically raised you is not an option. O well.
I laugh at funerals and in arguments.
Is it a psychopathic type of laughter where you have no empathy and take joy in the suffering of others?
I’m very empathetic. I might laugh a a good horror though, but only because the scene is absurd and comical. I don’t cry at funerals either thus far, but I might cry after or before the funeral
I’ve been told my odd sense of humor seems inappropriate to some, but the day I lose my sense of humor is the day I’m dead.
I’d never ever use humor as an excuse to be mean though, that I don’t like.
On occasion I did in the past as a teenager but I put that down to embarrassment or naivety. When I can watch a movie I sometimes cannot understand why people are crying around me at something I find merely poignant without a trace of sadness. Some humour can also leave me cold when I think it is retrospectively quite sad.
It happens to me sometimes and I hate it.
i laughed in a movie theatre at the most inappropriate of times… it was the boy in stripped pajamas… the little Nazi kid snuck into the camp dressed himself as one of the prisoners on liquidation day… i know that’s horrible and it is def not funny… but the irony of it overwhelmed me and i gut laughed while the theatre was silent and teary eyed… i watched in slow mo horro as a packed theatre slowly turned to look at me… ive never felt so judged in my whole life… its no fun being silently shamed by 100+ people… i deserved it i guess and now i don’t laugh out loud until others do first… unless its obviously a joke…
Not often. But I do remember that my grandma died while I was doing a stay and I remember feeling Zippo. The staff were apologizing and the best I could do was hide under a blanket. I hope that it was psychosis or depression but I hope it wasn’t psychopathy
Afraid I have. It’s very embarrassing and I think it’s a protective measure. Though it is absolutely inappropriate, I admit
I’ve done this before, I was watching something sad and began to laugh to myself, then again I was alone so I had nothing embarrassing to hide.