What Makes Me Laugh?
Laughter, for me, is both a reaction and a remedy.
It’s the belly laugh that takes me by surprise—usually when I’m with friends and we’ve stumbled across something stupidly hilarious on YouTube or TikTok. You know the kind of clip: totally ridiculous, maybe even a bit childish, but it hits just right. And suddenly I’m crying, clutching my stomach, barely breathing. That’s my favourite kind of laugh—the one that completely takes over.
Then there’s the wheezy, silent laugh. The one I get when I’m trying so hard not to laugh, which only makes it worse. Usually triggered when I’m being a bit naughty—laughing at something I definitely shouldn’t be. That’s the kind of humour I’ve always gravitated toward, even as a kid. Pushing boundaries, being cheeky, and then laughing so hard I forget what I was supposed to be doing in the first place.
But here’s the thing: humour isn’t just about entertainment. It’s a lifeline.
Especially in my job, where things can get very dark, very quickly. It’s not a laughing matter—trust me, I know that better than most. But if I didn’t find ways to laugh, to step back, to breathe… I don’t think I’d be able to cope. Dark humour becomes a kind of armour. It lets you process the unprocessable. It’s never about making light of the serious stuff—it’s about surviving it.
When I’m off the clock, laughter becomes my way to decompress. My circle of friends are brilliant for it. There’s always a bit of banter flying about—cheeky jibes, quick comebacks, sarcasm thick enough to cut with a knife. I love it. We all know not to take each other too seriously. Everything I say should probably come with a disclaimer: “Warning: May contain sarcasm.”
Even when I’m feeling low—mentally, emotionally, or even just man-flu ill—laughter is the thing I turn to. A classic episode of Friends or Sex and the City can genuinely lift my mood in a way nothing else does. It doesn’t fix everything, of course. But it lightens the load.
I guess that’s what laughter is to me. A release. A reset. A reminder that even in the darkest moments, there’s still space for joy. Even if that joy comes from a video of someone slipping on ice or a badly lip-synced TikTok.
And honestly? That’s enough sometimes.
Oh—and if we’re being honest, I can’t end this without giving honourable mention to the Cher Lloyd by Cher Lloyd meme featuring the infamous line “who doesn’t know how to flush the toilet after they’ve had a s**t?”. I’ve seen it a hundred times, and I still howl every single time. The delivery. The rage. The pure Scottishness of it. If I’m ever on the edge of a bad mood, that clip drags me right back into the land of the living.
Some people need therapy. I just need a shouty Scottish woman absolutely losing it over a toilet.
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