It was over a year ago. I was driving down an interstate through a major city and a car to my left lost control. They sped across all four lanes, perpendicular to the road, and crashed into a concrete embankment on the other side. My reaction at the time was not that of fear of getting hit or relief that I was not hit, but rather a cackling laughter. Even now I chuckle at the dance played out between order and chaos on that day.
The psychopath tends to find humor in the darkest reaches of the human condition. Whereas many neurotypicals find humor in those aspects of life that are routinely considered healthy and pleasant, the psychopath finds her laughs in the macabre disorder that often resides along the more savory portions of the human existence. This is not to say that the psychopath cannot laugh at those things that the neurotypical finds humorous, but we also openly include the darkness of life in what we find funny.