In my vast experience with suburban American living rooms, I've noticed the phrase "live, laugh, love" is often displayed prominently somewhere. Now, I'm not against doing any of those things, but I always imagined it being shouted at me in an aggressive voice, like a military command. Because of that, my natural opposition to obedience kicks in and I think, "NO! I will not live, laugh, love! Fuck you!" I get so angry that I can't concentrate on anything else. This lunacy was the origin of this strip.
More broadly, this strip is an an exploration of "toxic happiness" in general. Divi's willing to shell out a few bucks for happiness but she has some neurotic doubts. Kurtz, on the other hand, is just going with the flow.
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