Laughter and humor are arbitrary. The sense of humor is also. I’ve just noticed a significant change in how often I chuckle over the past year. Last year, a lot of my laughter treatment relied on triggers like humorous television episodes, joke text messages, the company of hilarious individuals, late-night comedy shows, or YouTube channel content. I guess everyone I know and the broader public watch these. Most likely, it is how they were discovered. Now, everything seems cliche. Perhaps there was an excess of laughter triggers. So I gradually became resistant to them. Ironically, it appears that my sense of humor has somewhat de-evolved in response to the change. Poor jokes and pointless conversations make me laugh more. These intrigue me more than the remaining items stated above, for some reason. When someone makes a bad joke, I simply laugh out loud, picturing how cute and self-assured they must be to make such clumsy remarks.
I’ve developed a limited understanding of the difference between laughter and happiness. I am aware of the change but not concerned. In actuality, I adore it. It’s quite difficult for people to find happiness in even the tiniest things around them. However, I believe I’m starting to find my mojo. The point is that everything that makes me happy now barely touched me in the past, and they now serve as stronger catalysts for my happiness than the majority of the “made and curated” entertaining “stuff” that I used to watch to keep myself amused and in a good mood. I appreciate spontaneity and childlike qualities right now in my life. While I’m writing about it, I’m realizing that I should welcome the change in my tastes rather than fret about how my interests are changing.
