We certainly live in dark times. The times only get darker if we cannot joke about them.
No one has a monopoly on horror.
No one should make you feel like you cannot joke about those horrors.
It is not tasteless to joke about the horrors that exist, and have existed. It’s tasteless to pretend they didn’t exist, don’t exist.
I want you to forgive yourself for making light. We NEED light.
The dead have already suffered. The dead do not command us. The dead do not control us.
Live for the living. Laugh for the living. Laugh for yourself. Laugh for me. Laugh for us. Laugh because we need laughter.
Here is one of my favourite jokes:
A holocaust survivor dies of old age and goes to heaven. When he gets there he meets God and tells him a holocaust joke.
God says, “That’s not funny.”
And the man says, “I guess you had to be there.”
I think it would have cost you more than you think to remain silent. I am glad you are sharing these fears. The cozy places are the best places to share our fears, because they are the places we feel safe.
There’s a quite famous poem about not speaking out until it was too late, not speaking out until there is no one to speak out… Better to speak, I think.