Tickled

It’s hard to tickle yourself; you can’t, really. You can’t introduce enough unpredictability into your own movements to be surprised in the way that feels ticklish. You know exactly what you’re going to do before you even do it, and that ruins the feeling.

I think there is an analogy here with food, because it seems like it usually tastes better when someone else makes it for you than if you make it yourself. It could be that in the process of making even just a PB&J, you become a little desensitized to the smell of it, or the effort somehow dilutes the flavors. It could be that making the food yourself somehow partially satisfies your hunger.

And it could also be that making food for someone is simply a gift; a nice, little surprise. And who wouldn’t be tickled by that?