I know a number of people who are in love with Disney – young and old. They’ve always adored it, loved everything about it. Even as adults, they’re still excited about going and they love being in the Disney atmosphere.
I realize that I am definitely NOT one of those people and can never be.
I’ve always held a certain apathy towards Disney. As a corporation, I despise them. I’ve never been a fan of the movies. (And seeing them as a child does not count because those were the only movies that my mother would allow my brother and I see.) As a theme park, I’ve never really cared since I don’t like theme parks. I don’t ride rides and wandering around a 70 gajillion mile park to see characters and ride in teacups has always seemed like a pointless endeavor to me.
So why am I here? Because my mother loves Disney and she wanted to bring all of the kids. She also says she’s always wanted to bring my brother and I here. I think at the age of 10, I may have appreciated it some, though knowing me back then I didn’t care too much about going to the fair. Now at 40, I feel like I’ve been subjected to the fifth circle of hell because everything that this place represents, I can’t stand; I hate walking miles in the heat, screaming kids, crowds, rollercoasters, overpriced junk food, and standing in long lines for uninteresting exhibits.
Am I having a good time? It’s okay, because I’m doing precisely what I want to do. I’ve been writing, doing deeper plotting and planning about my trip to England, and working on my own future (which seems to be in elaborate shambles).
Bottom line, I thought that maybe if I went to the one exhibit that I thought was cool (Epcot), my mind would have changed about Disney and I would see what all of the hype was about.
Still haven’t a clue.

