Oh hey there, Janet. Can I call you Janet?
See, it’s just that when I combine the faces of all of the people over the years who have raised an eyebrow at my obsession with Disney, it looks sort of like someone named Janet.
No offense if you’re a Janet with a love for Disney.
Anyway, hi, how are you?
I just wanted to take the time to tell you all the things I wish I could say instead of just awkwardly laughing along with you while I’m wearing my adorable Hakuna Matata shirt or politely changing the subject to something less divisive, like world politics.
“Disney World, again?” you say with a slight smirk on your face. “I wish I had the money to go to Disney world as often as you do”
Here’s the thing, Janet. I’m extremely grateful to have to ability to go to Disney as much as I do, and I genuinely wish the same for you because I know that not everyone can afford a Disney vacation.
But you’re going to have to excuse me while I beat my head against the wall for the 100th time.
I’m not worried about getting my hair messed up because I haven’t gotten a professional cut in multiple years. Oh and my shirt? Yeah, it’s now got a smudge on it which is unfortunate seeing as how I’m going to keep it for the next 5 years.
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We all prioritize how to spend our money, and I’d rather spend mine living my best life in a four hour queue at Flights of Passage than buying new cars or upgrading my house.
Not a choice everyone would make, I know, but it’s one I’m willing to make and I’m glad to let you make your own without judging where your cash flow is going to! You do you, Janet! And I’ll do Disney.
“Don’t you get bored of it?” you say, two seconds after telling me that you and your family are going skiing like you do every single year.
No, Janet, I don’t get bored of exploring the four different theme parks, two water parks, hundreds of places to eat and an entire shopping and dining complex with loads more to do.
Do you get bored hurdling yourself down the same mountain over and over again while falling face first into the snow? No? Okay, then, we understand each other here.
Well, sure. We make it a point to get out and see other places, but even if we didn’t, surely what makes me happy is my business and not the rest of the world’s unless I’m harming someone, which I’m about to do if you don’t stop smirking about my next Disney trip.
Of being able to walk around and eat dinner at the same place you celebrated your wedding anniversary while passing the spot that your mother in law almost threw up after you took her on Space Mountain for the first time.
“Okay, whatever,” you say. “But you don’t even have any kids.”
Um, okay, and?! Is there some law that after the age of 13 I’m no longer able to find joy in fireworks, rollercoasters, slow-moving boat rides, nighttime entertainment shows, and themed dining?
Disney World isn’t just for the kids, and I can say that with certainty because ain’t no kid going to be able to afford to save their allowance money and stay at Copper Creek, I’ll tell you that much.
Oh, and all of the fine dining, adult-only entertainment options like a monorail restaurant crawl, and luxury spa treatments at the Grand Floridian? Do these things sound like kiddie things to you?
Anyway, Janet, the point is this – yes, I’m going to Disney World again. Yes, I already went once this year, and I also have another trip planned for next year (and my dining reservation open in about 3 minutes so I’m going to have to cut you off soon).
And yes, I understand that you don’t “get it.” You will never “get it.” Your vacation priorities are elsewhere, and to be honest I’m perfectly happy with that because I don’t need you in Galaxy’s Edge adding to the crowd that I’m already having nightmares about.
I’m not even going to say that I feel sorry for you that you don’t understand the magic of a Disney vacation. It’s not for everyone. I totally get that not all things appeal to all tastes.
For instance, I hate Paris with a passion and will never find the joy in it, which is a pretty bold statement for a city that’s supposed to be one of the world’s jewels, but it’s fine.
I don’t go to Paris, You don’t go to Disney. Neither of us feel like we’re missing out on each other’s favorite things, and at the end of the day the world spins madly on.
But please, for the love of the time Mickey lost his hat during Fantasmic, please stop making snide remarks about my Disney obsession!
I see a future where you can either politely say “oh, that’s great” when you hear about my next trip or you can just ignore it flat out and I’ll be happily in my own small world while you enjoy your jungle cruise through the Nile.
Reluctantly sending you pixie dust even though you’re being a bit of a Cruella De Vil,