I don't think of it as affliction, though. I mean...I had some insane honeysuckle in my life. My uncle was a cop, he had some insane honeysuckle. My dad was a fireman, same.
It's a defense mechanism I think, a way for the mind to make sense of the totally unreal stuff it's seeing. Like, without going into details, I was a different person younger. Got into a few knife fights. So years later, my third hold up, when the guy was running at the door with his? I was actually laughing and daring him to throw his pig sticker through the window lol. It was unreal and insane, like one of the passerbys told me, but, it's how you cope. If you really think too much about it, it'll keep you up at night. Like I said before, life's too short to be kept up at night, you gotta try and get rid of the event. Laughter is a good way to do that. At EVERYTHING lol. As often as possible. Yourself included