March 19, 2008
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How Walt Disney Ruined Me
Yesterday, I was making a nice dinner. To accompany steak, I was sauteing mushrooms. I opened the package, tossed the mushrooms into the pan and set the "empty" package aside....until I looked over and noticed two very small mushroom pieces kinda sticking to the bottom of the packaging.
Now, I fear at this point I am going to lose some of my subscribers because they are about to find out I am really: quite nuts.
What was the first thing I thought about after glancing at those two little remaining mushrooms? Well, I imagined the conversation (oh yes, between the mushrooms) in my head clearly.
"Where has everyone gone? Why are we left here?"
"We're too small....they've forgotten us..."
"Hellp! Hellllp!! We want to go too!! Don't leave us here and throw us out!!"
Uh, yeah. My warped brain had given my vegetables life....and I had to shake loose those last two 'shrooms into the pan so they could join the rest of their "family" and not be lost alone, headed into a trash can abyss....(I will say at this point, that no, I did not imagine screaming when eating them....I'm only half cracked at this point....)
I'm certain that Walt Disney is to blame. It all started with Jacques and Gus Gus and the cute little clothes Cinderella made for them. I mean, come on - mice that can make a ball gown? How fantastic! It then progressed to dancing and singing teapots, candlesticks and spoons. The worst offender was bringing toys to life, because now, when I kiss my son and tuck him into bed, sometimes I actually have a conscious thought to mutter "Good night, Snoopy, Zebra, Garfield and Mouse" before sanity takes the grip back.
There have been times I've straightened his stuffed animals not because I'm anal retentive, but because I feel "bad" they're slouched over and maybe "uncomfortable". "Awww, Snoopy fell off the bed....you ok, 'Snoop?"
Seriously, I've lost my mind.
This also carries into my relationship (oh yes, I just said "relationship") with animals. For me, animals are part of the family. I was more destroyed and upset (and still to this day wonder if I should seek therapy, no joke) over my little black dog being killed by coyotes than I was when I found out my ex husband was cheating on me. When my dog looks at me with the bevy of expressions he has, I read into all of them, giving him personality like every one of the 101 Dalmatians has his/her own....in my head, I actually imagine what he is saying to me. I treat my dog better than some people treat each other. Can't help it. Animals have meaning to me. They bring me joy. And yeah, it all started when Gus Gus said "Oooooooooooh, Cinderelly!!!"
Now, fear not, I do not live in an alter-reality. I know dogs and mice don't talk, I certainly know my vegetables don't have feelings and that the stuffed Snoopy doesn't say "Ow" when he his tossed from the bed. But the point is, my imagination puts it out there....because I've been conditioned by years of cartoons and now CGI that innate objects can come to life "when you wish upon a star...." That animals (lol, and vegetables?) can cry, laugh, pull pranks and give quality bits of wisdom if you just listen to them....and that fleeting thought in my head creates something....something a little crazy, but something that makes me - ME.
While this overactive imagination to some will seem completely ludicrous and off the rocker, I cherish my goofiness (haha...GOOFYness...err...) because it makes me who I am....it makes me more sensitive in general to the world, to people; it makes me more caring (see yesterdays post) and it makes me kinda fun.....in a slightly quirky off kilter way, but still.....
If Mr. Disney manages to uncryogenize himself, I'll have to thank him someday for managing to ruin my sanity yet at the same time, bring a lot of happiness and fun to my life.....even when two mushrooms talk to me.
Am I alone here tho? Have you ever found yourself giving personality or feelings to something that doesn't actually "live"? LOL, am I the only nutjob out here?
Comments (7)
Nope. Not alone. I share the same condition.
LOL! Oh don't worry, I've done that too. All sorts of items in my house have had a life of their own thanks to me talking for them. Hell I talk for my cat and ferrets all the time. My husband laughs and thinks I'm cute.
I love it:) Especially the pictures of Gus Gus. I give everyone/everything voices and personalities. And talk to them. (stuffed animals, lamps, real animals, my textbooks, my computer etc etc etc). Trust me you're not alone....
-T
I still have all my stuffed animals, my cat has a definite personality.
I'm right with you on this. I definitely treat my animals better than some people treat each other. *hugs* I'm happy to have made your day with my pictures full of greeeeeen!
This entry made me smile.
Thank you =).
I do the same, girl. I can't bear to throw away old toys, my kids old clothes, photos of people that I don't know anymore. I really hate to think about where meat comes from. And while I still cook it, I am adamant about not wasting it, because an animal DIED to provide that meat for me! Sometimes seeing the things in Goodwill or at garage sales makes me sad. I'm sure I don't need to explain WHY to you.
I am astounded by how sensitive and intuitive you are. I feel like I could tell you anything, and you would understand. That's a remarkable quality.
oh my goodness... YES!! I have found myself muttering,
"Poor lil' food... It must feel so bad to be sitting here so long..."
or
"I wonder how my poor Raggedy Ann must feel to be buried in my trunk after all these years..."
Of course, I never said this to anyone... Except to my best friend. She has a teddy bear that she (at the age of 23) cannot sleep without. (the way she positions him helps her back). I cheerfully told her that 'one day, he'll become Real.' She prompty told me that I'd been traveling too much and needed to go to BED.
In other news, I don't think the mushrooms scream as they were eaten... Isn't it the true longing of every food to go down with someone saying 'yummmmmmmmmmmm"?