As I get older and more mature, I’m noticing my sense of humor changing. All the pee, poop, and fart jokes that used to make me guffaw are now even funnier. I think it’s connected to this other change, maybe physiological, where I’m starting to get as much satisfaction from the basic functions as I do from a good day’s work. The glow is strong enough that I start to wonder if my worldview is on-end, and if I’m just an animal who endures the defect of reason for the joys of creaturehood.
And with these very unexpected changes there’s come a third. I think I’m finally starting to get Freud.