While walking to the shops yesterday, halfway through Fawkner Park we came across a group of people standing in a circle and laughing. Partner immediately commented that it was one those sad assed laughing groups. Ok, Mr Smarty Pants, I said, you walk past them without getting a smile on your face, and of course he couldn't and I certainly couldn't. I checked other people walking and nor could they. Without a doubt, laughter is infectious.
While it is not my thing, I admire them and good luck to them. I keep my sense of humour operating most of the time, although I do confess sometimes it completely shuts down at work.