Amusement
In the midst of a sluggish lecture on dispositional qualities, I was struck by a wave of extreme amusement, upon learning that "atoms" (or notions of the world being comprised of tiny microscopic particles) were originally conceived by Boyle, who named the particles in question "corpuscules".
Is it just me? Or does that word look so unfortunately like a mutant hybrid of the words "corpse" and "pustules"? Throughout the lecture, an overactive, rampant imagination duly delivered image upon image of an external world comprised of tiny microscopic be-pimpled cadavers, with the end-effect of terminating all vestiges of my concentration with anaesthetic ease. It is just me, isn't it. Yep.
I am too easily amused.
But, come on. Corpuscular theory. Not even a snigger? Fine. Go through life being miserable. I shall cherish my ability to find laughter and amusement in mindnumbing lectures and other trivialities. And when I am 60, with little smiley wrinkles around my eyes and a world-famous reputation for being "eternally young and laughing", I shall find extreme amusement in your dour eyebags.
Hah.