Tiffany: “Why you laughing? ͳis shit’s not funny! My
life fucking sucks!”She’d stop and compose herself. But pretty soon, she’d be
laughing again.
Therapist: “Tiĉany, what do you love to do? What
makes you happy?”Tiffany: “I like teeth. Maybe I should just be a dentist,
because I really love teeth. I really like the way teeth
look, but I don’t want to hurt anybody, so maybe I
could just be the dental assistant.”She laughed at that, too.Therapist: “Have you ever thought about comedy?”Tiffany: “It’s funny you say that. I like seeing people
smile, hearing laughter. ͳat makes me happy. You
know, I used to do comedy, in high school.”Remember when I went to Laugh Factory Comedy
Camp? And how great that was? And remember how I had
stopped doing comedy when I had got kicked out of my
grandma’s house at eighteen? I stopped doing comedy
because it wasn’t paying anything. Right? I told her all about
that. About how great it was for me, and why I quit.
Therapist: “Well, maybe you should start doing that