I have always come off as flippant and inappropriately flirtatious, or giggly, or smiley after a traumatic experience. I remember more than one therapist saying, “you DO understand that what happened to you isn’t funny, don’t you?”

But I dissociate very easily, and find remaining present to be almost impossible in the best of circumstances.

I have a good friend who does something similar to what you described, though.

Coping mechanisms are such strange tools.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.