Do you ever wonder why you laugh at what you do? What is it that makes you laugh? Do you laugh with or at people? Is it based on other people's pain (there is a German word for that but you can google that for yourself, as a dyslexic does find german words slightly more difficult than English)?

But anyway this is wondering about humour is coming out of Viktor E. Frankl's book "Man's search for Meaning"

"The attempt to develop a sense of humour and to see things in a humorous light is some kind of trick learned while mastering the art of living. Yet it is possible to practise the art of living even in a concentration camp."

The way to find life, and live it. It is not easy, but it can be done. Nothing I live through is as harsh as Viktor's life. The art of living has to be found where ever you live.

Still being a dyslexic and seeing the world that way is such a blast i recommend being a friend to one.