What?? Waaay too boring to watch the whole thing, but I skimmed fairly thoroughly, and all I saw was jerky right-hand motion, the occasional neck twirl, and some overall tensing. I've seen a couple of my over age 70 male partners exhibit 10X more muscular animation during a sleepy afternoon nap session with me. I mean, one of my early 60s partners bounced and yelled a bit playing PubG all the time, but I still had to send him out to chop and haul wood on the weekend or he would have been annoying me too much while I attempted to read.jacob wrote:I notice quite a bit of animated body activation here.
That said, I do agree that engagement likely varies at the level of the individual based on prior experience, wiring, druthers, etc. For example, I've recently been indulging in live musical theater, and I could watch a show like "Moulin Rouge' or "Hadestown" all day long in a state of enthrallment, whereas I'm not nearly as engaged watching movie musicals on small screen. And this is likely in part due to the fact that my parents frequently took me and my sisters to musical theater, dance performances, and big-screen musicals when we were young, and we very frequently played at putting on shows ourselves. Also, the bright colors and lights of live theater tend towards pinging me into a low-key manic enchantment, which is not dissimilar to that which I experience gazing upon all the contrasting colors and forms and other sensory inputs to be found in a garden or a woodland setting. So, I would suggest that you are probably much more wired for the testosterone mediated happy-feeling caused by simply viewing/interacting with moving objects hitting goals like a spear thrown while hunting, and I am much more wired for feeling joy when a brightly colored sweet fruit is spotted standing out from the lush green background of the new-to-me-path in the jungle which I am exploring in the company of a singing, dancing bear and toucan.
I don't like alcoholic beverages (dulling and headache inducing) or sports (dull and utterly pointless) or sitting in bleachers (uncomfortable and often too hot or cold and/or stinky with old, rank sweat), so the only way anybody ever gets me to willingly attend a sporting event is by bribing me with something else that is more interesting or stimulating. For example, funds for gambling on the sporting event or dinner at a truly interesting new restaurant afterwards. Although, I suppose if I somehow wind up with a grandchild who is a jock, I would try to be supportive and not even read a book or spend most of my attention on people-watching or savoring my snack bar purchase during the game.