I starting thinking about what that actually could mean. It’s obviously someone finding joy at watching someone squirm from something so simple. It’s a vulnerable spot we don’t want people to know. We hide it. We don’t usually want others to know that if someone pokes you in your side you’ll squirm. It’s a weakness we don’t like to have exposed.
In the moment of being “exposed” and vulnerable, we don’t enjoy the laughing or taunting…I believe. I’ll attest to this. The being vulnerable part isn’t the biggest problem we face, but it’s the desire to not hear the audible laughs that somehow amplify possible lies of “imperfection” within. Is that too far out there to think of this?
Hope this makes you think about the concept for yourself. Being tickled isn’t too much fun. However, sometimes it’s good to hear a belly-aching laugh from being tickled.