The Integrity of Noise

I think there is an interesting mindset, held by those in periods of extreme sadness or depression, that happiness is actually something to be avoided  By this I mean that when I talk to people who are sad, they invariably say that the happy side of them in public is fake and brash and awful, whereas the quiet and perhaps more miserable side is their true self and good.
The truth, of course, is that you don't have to be quiet or reflective or sad to be wise and insightful and true. Comedy and jokes often say more than poetry. Loudness and energy and joy for life is perhaps more honest than teary introspection. Singing Mr Brightside until your lungs feel sandpapered is a better option than getting into a philosophical headlock while sobbing into some cold chicken jalfrezi.
Loud, brashy humour is a facet, not a façade, to put it rather bluntly.