微故事: 大笑癮 vs 愛情癮 (東加豆) Micro-story: Laughter Addiction vs. Love Addiction (by Tonkabean)

九十四歲的爺爺喝了一口茶，忽然看著阿丁說： " 我常懷疑，究竟你嫲嫲是毒品，還是愛情本身就是毒品？ " 爺爺說不知道，因為他一生人就只有嫲嫲這個女人，嫲嫲=女人、女人=嫲嫲，從此，他對覺得女人都是（生人勿近）。

阿丁聽得一愣。他想起自己每天練習的大笑瑜伽，只要兩三天沒有刻意大笑，身體就像戒毒般周身不自然。

曾幾何時，阿丁對大笑瑜伽也充滿熱情，甚至激情，日日期待，天天追練。那時多巴胺瘋狂分泌，期待每次橫膈膜震動帶來的強烈亢奮。

突然，有一天他靜了下來。 

不，不是突然，是逐漸停下來，阿丁有一種莫名其妙的擔心。

爺爺說："激情會過去，友愛才真實。"

阿丁和爺爺說起大笑瑜伽的事情，但爺爺卻把話題回到嫲嫲身上，來來去去都說嫲嫲與他的恩怨情仇! 無錯, 他是用(恩怨情仇)來形容他與嫲嫲的婚姻關係，甚至用武俠片來形容和嫲嫲的相處方式，你一招我一掌，但從來沒有內傷過，心裡各自都有一個武術指導。一個九十四歲的老人，思路卻很清晰。

那天爺爺的毒品論，阿丁翻開大笑筆記，讀到（持續練習能重塑大腦的科學根據）。他忽然覺得：初期的無條件大笑靠的是激情推動，但長久下來，化學反應會退潮，大腦早已建立起穩固的神經迴路，將它刻進了身體記憶。

這不是不愛，而是激情過後，演變成了最踏實的（友愛）。

每天的線上練習，阿丁都為自己打開大笑之門，奇妙的是，每當投入地笑，笑完之後，都有一種豁然開朗。還有一些熟悉的面孔，儘管不常聊天，但看見大家規律地呼吸、做同一種動作、掛著一致的笑容，心裡就踏實。

"其實你知不知道我在說什麼" 阿丁笑著問爺爺。

爺爺也笑了笑："那你又知不知道我在說什麼？如果你知道我在說什麼，我就知道你在說什麼。"

"你曾有過大笑癮，我也有過愛情癮。但如果缺少了這種癮，我們的人生就會很笨。"

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Micro-story: Laughter Addiction vs. Love Addiction (by Tonkabean)

The ninety-four-year-old grandfather took a sip of tea, suddenly looked at Ah Ding, and said, "I often wonder, was your grandmother a drug, or is love itself the drug?" Grandfather said he didn't know, because she was the only woman he had ever had in his life. To him, Grandmother equaled woman, and woman equaled Grandmother.  After her, he felt all women were "Keep Away."

Ah Ding was stunned. He thought of his daily Laughter Yoga practice. If he went just two or three days without laughing on purpose, his body would feel totally uncomfortable, just like going through withdrawal.

Once upon a time, Ah Ding was full of passion—even obsession—for Laughter Yoga. He looked forward to it every day and practiced relentlessly. Back then, dopamine was pumping wildly, and he craved the intense excitement brought by every vibration of his diaphragm.

Then, one day, he quieted down.

No, it wasn't sudden. It stopped gradually, leaving Ah Ding with a strange kind of worry.

Grandfather said, "Passion will pass; companionate love is what’s real."

Ah Ding tried to talk to Grandfather about Laughter Yoga, but Grandfather always brought the conversation back to Grandmother. He kept talking about his love-hate relationship with her! That’s right, he used the words "love and hate" to describe his marriage. He even used martial arts movies to describe how they got along—you throw a punch, I return a palm, but neither ever got hurt inside, because each had their own martial arts director in their heart. For a ninety-four-year-old man, his mind was incredibly sharp.

Hearing Grandfather’s drug theory that day, Ah Ding opened his Laughter Yoga notes and read about the scientific proof that consistent practice can reshape the brain. He suddenly realized: in the beginning, unconditional laughter is driven by passion. But over time, the chemical reaction fades. The brain has already built stable neural pathways, carving it into the body's memory.

This wasn't a loss of love. It was passion evolving into the most grounded kind of companionate love.

During the online sessions every day, Ah Ding opened the door to laughter for himself. The magical thing was, whenever he laughed wholeheartedly, he felt completely enlightened afterward. Seeing those familiar faces—even though they didn't chat often—breathing regularly, making the same movements, and wearing the same smiles made his heart feel grounded, comfortable, and at peace.

"Do you actually know what I’m talking about?" Ah Ding asked Grandfather with a smile.

Grandfather smiled too. "Then do you know what I’m talking about? If you know what I’m talking about, then I know what you’re talking about."

He added, "You once had a laughter addiction, and I had a love addiction. But if we lacked this kind of addiction, our lives would be pretty foolish.

End.

寫作日期：2026年5月26日 

完成時間 : 16:36pm

圖 Illustration: 人工智豆 (Ai-Bean)

文 Written by: 東加豆 (Tonkabean)

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Micro-story: Overtime and Ho Ho Ha  (by Tonkabean)

Ah Bing has a Laughter Yoga class every evening. It’s the only time she can give her body an "internal jogging." Scientists say laughter massages internal organs, improves blood circulation, and activates the diaphragm—which in turn stimulates the parasympathetic nervous system (the part of us responsible for relaxation).

At 5:30 PM, Ah Bing stands up to leave. Supervisor Ah Nga stares at her again. In this office, leaving on time feels like breaking a school rule. Ah Bing tried staying until 7:00 PM;  Supervisor stopped staring and even chatted with her. But Ah Bing felt exhausted—her chest was tight, her shoulders were stiff, and she couldn't laugh.  She remembered the 40 Foundation Exercises manual: *Practice laughter for 40 days, and your brain will create new neural pathways, making laughter an automatic response.* But with all this overtime, she didn't even have the chance to start her 40 days.

One day, she left on time and waited at the elevator. Sister Nga ran over and demanded, "Have you finished your work?" There were other people around. Ah Bing felt extremely embarrassed and could only say, "My 'finished' might be different from your 'finished'." Someone nearby laughed. From that day on, life at work became hard for her.

One day, her boss sent her to the warehouse for an inventory check. She pushed open a door she had never noticed and walked into a dark corridor. The people inside had lifeless eyes and dark circles so deep they looked like smoky eye makeup. She remembered her notes: *Stress makes breathing shallow, causing carbon dioxide to build up and trigger anxiety.* She began to take deep breaths from her diaphragm—the very first thing she learned in Laughter Yoga.

She pushed open another door. An old man sat there with deep, soulful eyes. "Another poor soul," he said.

"How many minutes do you laugh every day?" the old man asked.

Ah Bing was shocked. Someone here was actually talking about *laughing*! In this office culture, even one second of joy was considered wasteful. People worked like machines, every minute producing, every face serious.

Ah Bing didn't know how to answer at first.

"People here wait until they 'finish everything' before they laugh," the old man said. "Are you the same?"

Finish...? "My 'finished,' your 'finished,' and her 'finished' might all be different!" This was the first thing Ah Bing said to him.

Then, Ah Bing turned to face the wall and did a "Silent Laughter."

Suddenly, the old man raised both hands, palms to palms, fingers to fingers, and started: "Ho Ho Ha Ha Ha... Ho Ho Ha Ha Ha!"

Ah Bing was stunned. Someone here actually knew "Ho Ho Ha Ha Ha"! Who was this man? Before she could ask, the old man vanished. It was a long corridor; even walking fast would take five minutes, so how could an old man disappear so quickly?

She felt a moment of panic, but the "Ho Ho Ha Ha" echoed in her mind, calming her down. She remembered the rule of "Fake it until you make it"—the body cannot tell the difference between real and fake laughter. As long as she laughed, she would release endorphins. She didn't need to wait until the work was "finished" to be happy.

She closed her eyes and suddenly did the "Lion Laughter." Like a little girl, she clawed her hands, stuck out her tongue, and let out a roar! Then, "Ho Ho Ha Ha!" The sound echoed through the warehouse. When she opened her eyes, the mysterious, dim light in the corridor seemed to fade away, washed out by the sound of her laughter.

She turned and ran, pushing through door after door. When she got back to the office, her watch said 10:00 PM. She had clearly only been gone for fifteen minutes.

Ah Bing felt a bit flustered, but she smiled as she packed her things and left the pitch-black office. Although she missed her Laughter Yoga class today, she had learned a lesson: even if you have to work overtime, you can still laugh it off.

Date：15 May 2026

Time: 14:34pm

Picture: Ai-Bean

Write: Tonkabean

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微故事: 人際探測眼鏡（東加豆）
Micro-story: Ding's Magic Glasses (by Tonkabean)

（阿丁）是大笑瑜伽導師。他的班上只有六點五個人，為什麼是六點五？因為一個女學員每次對鏡頭都是一半臉、半邊肩膀、一隻手，而且她只會參與一半課堂。阿丁告訴自己，一種麵包有一百個不同的人喜歡吃，一句 Ho Ho Ha Ha 也有不同的聲調吧！總之大家一起 Ho Ho Ha Ha 就開心了。

阿丁試過派傳單、免費試堂，甚至在地鐵站 Ho Ho Ha Ha，但人數從未超過七個人。他想起手冊上寫着："笑不需要理由，選擇相信就可以。" 

不過，六點五個人，收入那麼少，難道又只能兼職大笑瑜伽導師，做回老本行？但他開始懷疑，是不是自己笑得不夠好。

某日，他在網上看見一副（人際探測眼鏡）。評價只有三顆星，但阿丁買了。

眼鏡送到。他戴上，走進課室。

——兩個紅色。兩個灰色。兩點五個黑色。

紅色的人笑得燦爛，想必安多酚大豐收。黑色的那兩點五個人，大概皮質醇超標，不只面無表情，還散發出一種 "我隨時會走"的氣場。灰色的人，沒有表情，沒有意見。

阿丁整堂課都盯着那道黑色閃燈的人。

他想討好他。他走到黑色的人面前，刻意對他笑。黑色的人沒有笑。他又走過去，問他感覺如何。黑色的人說："還行。" 另一個向他苦笑一下。

阿丁愈來愈焦慮。他發覺那兩個紅色的人開始變灰，他慌了。

他脫下眼鏡。深呼吸。他想起筆記中的一句："鏡像神經元會讓笑聲傳染，但你無法傳染給一個不想被傳染的人，只看笑而不做的人，這已經證明他是（易於感染物），不然，這些人會消失得無影無蹤的。

阿丁決定專注於那兩個紅色的人。他跟他們一起笑，一起 Ho Ho Ha Ha...YGYG Yeah！一起做（簽名式大笑）——吸氣、握拳、憋氣三秒，然後爆發出笑聲。他不再看黑色的人。

下星期，兩個紅色變成四個。

再下星期，四個紅色變成八個。

灰色的人開始轉紅。

有個灰色的人課後對他說："其實我一直覺得大笑瑜伽很傻，但你笑起來好像真的很開心。"

阿丁笑了笑，沒有解釋，望著他，笑容更燦爛，拍掌更大力。他想起手冊上的另一句話："研究證明，身體分不清真笑還是假笑，只要笑，就會釋放安多酚，降低皮質醇。"

最近，他常常忘了戴那副眼鏡。

不是故意的，就是忘了。

原來忙起來的時候，黑色的人會變成一種背景。

黑色的人？他沒再想了，也就忘了那副眼鏡。

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Micro-story: Ding's Magic Glasses (by Tonkabean)

Ah Ding is a Laughter Yoga teacher. He has exactly 6.5 students in his class. Why 6.5? Because one student only shows half her face, half a shoulder, and one hand on camera—and she only stays for half the lesson. Ding tells himself: "A hundred people like a hundred different kinds of bread; surely one 'Ho Ho Ha Ha' can have different tones." As long as everyone laughs together, that’s happiness.

Ding tried handing out flyers, offering free trials, and even laughing in subway stations. But his class size never grew past seven. He remembered the manual: "Laughter needs no reason; you just have to choose to believe."

However, with only 6.5 students and a tiny income, he wondered if he had to go back to his old job and keep Laughter Yoga as a part-time hobby. He started to doubt himself: "Maybe my laugh isn't good enough?"

One day, he saw a pair of "Interpersonal Detection Glasses" online. They only had a three-star rating, but Ding bought them anyway.

The glasses arrived. He put them on and walked into the classroom.

—Two Reds. Two Grays. And 2.5 Blacks.

The Red people laughed brightly; their endorphins must be overflowing. The 2.5 Black people looked like their cortisol levels were off the charts—not only were they expressionless, but they radiated an "I’m leaving any second" vibe. The Gray people had no expressions and no opinions.

Throughout the whole class, Ding’s eyes were glued to those flashing Black lights.

He wanted to please them. He walked up to a Black person and laughed right at him. The man didn't smile. Ding tried again, asking how he felt. The man simply said, "Fine." The other one just gave a bitter smirk.

Ding grew more anxious. He noticed the two Red people were starting to turn Gray. He panicked.

He took off the glasses and took a deep breath. He remembered a line from his notes: "Mirror neurons make laughter contagious, but you can’t infect someone who doesn't want to be. Even those who just watch without laughing are still 'vulnerable to infection'—otherwise, they would have disappeared long ago."

Ding decided to focus on the two Red people. He laughed with them, "Ho Ho Ha Ha... Very Good, Very Good, Yeah!" Together, they did a "Signature Laughter"—inhale, clench fists, hold breath for three seconds, and then let out a burst of laughter. He stopped looking at the Black people.

The next week, two Reds became four.

The week after, four Reds became eight.

The Gray people started turning Red.

After class, a Gray person said to him, "I used to think Laughter Yoga was silly, but you look truly happy when you laugh."

Ding smiled and said nothing. He just looked at the student, laughed even brighter, and clapped even harder. He recalled another line from the manual: "Research proves the body cannot tell the difference between real and fake laughter. As long as you laugh, you release endorphins and lower cortisol."

Lately, he often forgets to wear those glasses.

Not on purpose—he just forgets.

It turns out that when you are busy, the Black people just become the background.

Black people? He doesn't think about them anymore, so he has forgotten about the glasses too.

日期 Date：11 May 2026

時間 Time: 14:27pm

圖 Picture: 人工智豆 (Ai-Bean)

文 Write. 東加豆 (Tonkabean)

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微故事: 妖怪的自助餐（東加豆）
Micro-story: The Monster's Buffet (by Tonkabean)

城市裡有一隻（壓力妖怪），不喝血不吃肉，專門吸食（假笑）維生。

它像個挑剔的美食家，盤旋在空曠的大自然，或者大花園，因為（愛大笑）的人最喜歡到這裡，水泥森林的城市，大笑都遭人投訴。

不管是哪種笑容，在壓力妖怪眼中都是米其林三星，滋潤又甜美。它知道，人類越是在乎（看起來很好），那抹笑容就越發甘甜，越能滋養它的妖力。

於是，它盯上了一群練習（大笑瑜伽）的人。

一日，那些人站在公園角落，有人分享，有人聆聽。

心煩時，記住大笑三聲：

有時候，真的好想大喊一聲。

有時候，真的好想大哭一場。

心煩時，記住大笑三聲：

一切都會過去的

我就是我

一切都是最好的安排

然後人們笑起來，雙手打開，整個環境飄蕩著不同的聲調。

妖怪聽到（哈哈哈...呵呵呵...）牠就興奮極了！這簡直是自助餐的海洋。它大口吸氣，準備將這滿滿的自欺欺人能量的笑聲納入腹中。

妖怪嚐了一口，差點嗆到。

這不是它熟悉的客套笑，這笑聲乾澀、僵硬，像奉命行事。它再吸一口，發現這群人臉上寫滿疲憊，眼神帶著無奈與掙扎。

壓力妖怪是知道這種現象的，牠一直都知道，卻從來未嚐過這種味道，對妖怪來說這不是一種討好的味道。

明明是吃盡苦頭，這些人依然在笑。

明明生活是千瘡百孔，還繼續在笑。

這不是自欺欺人是什麼？

壓力妖怪感到一陣暈眩，牠的修為，建立在人類的虛偽之上。如今，幾聲乾澀的笑聲，竟動搖了牠的根基。

牠的身體開始扭曲，在牠化成一縷煙之前，牠終於明白。這群笑人沒有欺騙自己，也沒有欺騙別人，他們只是在告訴世界，即使我受傷了，此刻我仍選擇（笑！）

這份味道，壓力妖怪消化不來。

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Micro-story: The Monster's Buffet. (by Tonkabean)

In the city, there lived a *Stress Monster*. It didn’t drink blood or eat meat; it survived solely by feeding on *fake smiles*.

The monster was like a picky gourmet. It often hovered over open parks and gardens, because people who love to laugh gather there. In the concrete jungle of the city, laughing too loudly usually brings complaints.

To the Stress Monster, every smile was like a three-star Michelin meal—sweet and nourishing. It knew that the more humans pretended to be "okay," the sweeter their smiles became, and the stronger its demonic power grew.

One day, it set its sights on a group of people practicing *Laughter Yoga*.

They stood in a corner of the park. Some were sharing stories, others were listening. 

They spoke of three things to remember when the heart is heavy:

* Sometimes, I just want to scream.

* Sometimes, I just want to cry.

Three things to remember when the heart is heavy

* Everything passes. 

* I am who I am.

* And everything is the best arrangement.

Then, the people began to laugh. They opened their arms wide, and the air filled with different sounds. The monster heard the "Ha-ha-ha... Ho-ho-ho..." and became ecstatic! It was an ocean of a buffet. It took a deep breath, ready to swallow all that energy.

But as the monster took its first bite, it nearly choked.

This wasn't the polite, "social" laughter it was used to. This laughter was dry and stiff, like someone following an order. It took another breath and saw the truth: these people’s faces were full of exhaustion; their eyes were filled with struggle.

The Stress Monster knew about suffering, but it had never tasted it like this. To the monster, this was not a pleasant flavor.

*These people have tasted so much bitterness, yet they are still laughing?

*Their lives are full of holes, yet they continue to laugh?

*Is this not just self-deception?

The monster felt dizzy. Its power was built on human hypocrisy. Now, these few dry laughs were shaking its very foundation.

Its body began to twist and distort. Before it turned into a wisp of smoke, it finally understood: these laughing people were not lying to themselves, nor were they lying to the world. They were simply telling the universe: "Even if I am hurt, right now, I still choose to *laugh!*"

This was a flavor the Stress Monster simply could not digest.

日期 Date：4 May 2026

時間 Time: 15:40pm

圖 Picture: 人工智豆 (Ai-Bean)

文 Write. 東加豆 (Tonkabean)

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