This tricky balance is something I've had to wobble around with ever since moving to LA.

Out here everything is always "put on your giggle face, go, go, go, joke, joke, joke, laugh, laugh, laugh" and then there will be a very real reminder of the other kind of mask that exists...that tragedy one.

Dealing with real serious things is a challenge for people in all fields but it seems an extra sticky situation for comedy folks.

Having your parents wait to tell you sad or tragic news over the phone because you have to go get on stage in a few hours...
Seeking support of friends in between fart jokes...
Trying to write about how hilarious life is when all you want to do is get fetal and cry...

But when all is said and done, the parents are there for you, the friends are there for you, the writing is there for you and the hope is that we can all be grateful for what and who we have in our lives and we can all share a good laugh...about farts...(both comic and tragic)