In your laughter you are your authentic self. In your sadness you have covered your original face with a fake identity that the society expects of you. Nobody wants you to be so happy that you start dancing in the street. Nobody wants you to have a hearty laughter; otherwise the neighbors will start knocking on your walls, ‘Stop. Misery is okay; laughter is a disturbance.’ Miserable people cannot tolerate anybody who is not miserable.