No Art For You!

So lately I've been thinking about the reason why I'm making comics, and to be honest, I had no fucking idea.
When I first started drawing, I did it on a whim. Sure, there was a bit of 'Gee, aren't I clever with a comic of my own and stuff?', but there no planning or a particular reason. One day I simply felt like doing it.
Unfortunately, a whim can only take you so far before you start asking yourself "What the hell am I doing?!".
Now, let me say that I am no artist. I don't have the ability to convey concepts or messages in a subtle or symbolic fashion. No, my tools are the blunt instruments of the comic world. Words and pictures. You don't hint a message. You slap the reader in the face with it.
Making comics is not a convenient thing for me. I'm not a gentleman of leisure that can afford long, languid hours to dedicate myself to the craft of comic making. No, I go to work, I got a house and family to look after, people depend on me and making comics is a constant battle for spare time and sometimes, materials. Fuck, I don't even use fancy paper. I generally just use the back of discarded documents from work. So again I ask myself, why do I do it?
 
Well, there's the ego part. When I see my comic has nearly ten thousand subs, it does make me feel pretty good. But that's not all. You can only wank over mild, relative success for so long.
There are a lot of things I want to say, but they don't make it to my comic very often. You see, EVERYBODY has something to say. You, me, the lady with the limp that lives down the road, everybody.
Problem is that people want to say stuff but they don't want to hear it unless it falls in line with their own thinking. 

I tried giving up comics a few times but I can only last so long before I find myself on a new project. So what gives?
Well, after much deliberation I think I might have figured it out. I want to give joy.
The world is a very fucked up place with many, many problems. I don't have answers, but maybe I can make the burden of existence a bit less miserable?
To quote Metro Last Light, "For thinking on exalted matters dulls the pain of an empty stomach.", except instead of exalted matters, I draw tits and make vulgar jokes.
I find myself constantly wanting to share the joy I feel, but I am unable to. How can I convey the joy I feel when while at work I hear Morrissey sing "I was looking for a job, and then I found a job. And heaven knows I'm miserable now" or the magic of watching the rain fall while listening to 'The Look Of Love" played by The Tokyo Ska Paradise Orchestra. I can't. And even if I could somehow convey what I feel, no one will ever feel what I felt as every moment is unique and never to be repeated again.
So I found the most natural (for me, at least) and simplest way I could give some joy. I did a comic in the hope that it makes people laugh, or at the very least smile.

So no, I'm no artist. I'm not trying to create masterpieces. I have no message and no idea what I'm doing. I'm just trying to make laugh.