Life can be both funny and sad, particularly when you don’t plan on it working out either way.
You expect that by doing the work you’ll receive some success in return. But tragedy strikes, and all you can do is laugh at your bad luck.
Comedy is the bandaid that helps alleviate misery. How else can you cope with shitty times?
The irony of trying is that sometimes it makes things far worse than they already are. A lifetime could be spent getting over them.
The irony of giving up is that sometimes that’s the only way things work out. For some reason, losing interest attracts luck, which is equally remarkable and laughable.
Are life’s misfortunes funny or sad? Maybe it’s both.