Preference

Do lifelines fray? Must we change them out every now and then?

He looked down at his journal. It sounded like an emo album lyric.

Comedy was always his lifeline. It was still his go-to entertainment, but it didn't tickle the way it used to. Nothing shone as brightly as it used to. He wasn't much ticklish anymore, either. But that was due to body image issues. That's another entry, he sighed.

He never understood people who got into horror movies. Something about the experience gave them pleasure, but how? From where? He'd watched a few to test out his theory, but was only left angsty during suspense scenes, and bored during the prose. It wasn't clever. It didn't deserve to be said.

He looked back down, scratched out the word "deserve", replaced with "need". He wasn't trying to soapbox, not yet at least. Maybe a journal is really just a miniature private soapbox.

Action movies were predictable; comedy was about surprise. Patently different experiences. Comedy took you where you didn't expect and wrought joy from the absurdity and misdirection.

That was the problem about becoming numb to the things you liked. You still liked them.