I've been sick (again) this week, so I've broke out a lot of animated Disney movies to lift my spirits.
I went through the stellar Disney Renaissance (Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, Lion King, maybe Pocahontas) and looked at some older stuff like Sleeping Beauty, Jungle Book, The Rescuers, etc. Not to mention the sing-a-long presentation of Frozen, which hopefully just kicked off another Renaissance.
I've met so many friends who are attracted to all things Disney. Many who are older than me. When I'm around them and it's "Disney this, Disney that", I've wondered "wow, you act like you live in fantasy land. Why don't you go see something adult, like Wolf of Wall Street or something?"
It's funny, I work a long day. Drive my car. Go to classes. Manage errands and business. Then, I come home to my room and turn on Beauty and the Beast and watch Lumière and Mrs. Potts sing "Be Our Guest" to Belle. If I wore that sign on my head on a weekday, how many people would take me seriously?
It's been said your room is where you lock out your worries and fears. That's also where you play Disney movies! There's something therapeutic about putting on something youthful - brightly gift-wrapped and served up with a hearty portion of magic with a satisfaction-guaranteed ending. The worlds of dancing candlesticks and clocks don't call for me to wrap my brain around anything. As well, they remind me of childhood when all these colorful movies and fun characters were introduced to me.
The point of this note is simple. Disney works, as a controlled detox to adult life.
I understand why there are so many Mouseketeers and annual passes to Disneyland. Not just escapism, but a reminder - we weren't brought up the way the world tries to make us.
It's serious, un-Disney stuff in the big city, not always the lap of luxury. Maybe not all the time, but for now, I can get by with a little help from friends like... Lumière and Mrs. Potts.
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