“Instinct. When the house burns one forgets even lunch. Yes, but one eats it later in the ashes.” (BG&E)
Isn't there a place for something like instinct and conditioning in our interactions?
Between the comedy of love, jealousy, and suffering when your beloved leaves isn't there a place in which you just get used to a person?
You like to look over and see her face.
Philosophers might talk about humour involving the novel but you remember watching and re-watching a comedian deliver the same joke many times and delighting in the tone of voice or the expression on his face and imitating it yourself.
There's a spot that's yours in a public place that you go to on your break.
After the instinct is in place it's not painful so much as a feeling of senselessness to notice yourself trying to look over, listen again, or return to see if it's free, when the experience is no longer available.