Why is it, when I think of 'laughter' what jumps to mind is something that feels...distant? I always picture strangers laughing, their eye crinkling up and stuff, all in slow motion with a somewhat muted quality. The sound of actual laughter would be delayed, and always echoes.
I wonder...when other people think of laughter, what do they have in mind? Something funny? family & friends? happy memories?
I read an article somewhere (from one of Dad's magazine subscriptions) that laughter is actually terribly mechanical. Most of the time, people laugh not because they find actual humour in something, they laugh because they recognize something as humour albeit not necessarily being genuinely funny. It's a response, like, nodding or shaking your head say.
My favourite kind of laughing is the kind when I discover something amazing. Something delightful. 'Funny' is short-lived and it is never followed up by a sense of wonderment, which I love.
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