Store 1: Once I was standing in the kitchenette of my former place of employment when two other employees came in. One mentioned something about Walt Disney World, and the other began a long rant about why he hated the place - the crowds, the lines, the prices: you know, the classics. And he seemed so PROUD of himself when he said it, like he had cracked some sort of code or something. The secret to happiness is to simply not go to Walt Disney World. Now go forth and enjoy life, good people!
I kept my mouth shut that time, as I generally do when dealing with people I don't know terribly well, but it's not the first time I've heard and overheard anti-WDW orations. In some cases where I feel I can, such as with my parents, I argue. Other times I just sidestep any confrontation with a gentle "Maybe you're right, but I still love it." Regardless, it kinda hurts my heart, you know? Maybe I shouldn't care so much - it's not like WDW is a matter of life or death as a rule - but I love being there so much that it stings to hear people declare its inferiority.
Story 2: At least it did, or at least stung a lot worse, until May of 2012. I had an annual pass that was expiring shortly and, when none of my friends had the time or inclination to go with me, I decided to take a solo trip, because why not?
On the second day, I was waiting around in Epcot for an Off Kilter performance when it started POURING rain. I asked a group nearby if I could share their umbrella'd bench, and not only did they say yes, they sort of adopted me for the evening. The Off Kilter show was canceled due to weather, so when the rain stopped shortly after (naturally) we all headed over to the UK pavilion for the British rock show, and then to Tutto Gusto for some wine and cheese and general awesomeness. It is so much easier to make friends at WDW!
|The hero of this story is on the left. I think the waiter is into him.|
"I used to be bothered when people said they didn't like Walt Disney World. But now whenever someone tells me about how stupid they find it, I say: Fine. Don't come. We don't want you here. Because you're the guy who's standing in front of me in line for a beer. You're the person in my way during the fireworks. You're the one between me and my favorite ride. And you're not even enjoying yourself? The more people like you who stay away, the less crowded it is for me!"
On the one hand, it feels a little harsh, no? WDW is supposed to be for everyone, supposed to be inclusive. Which is why, when given the chance, I will try to turn a non-believer into a WDW-lover every time. I will argue to the death for it; I will insist to the end that if only the hater would just come to the parks with me, I could show them what they're missing.
But in those cases where I'm overhearing a stranger on the Metro talking about how much WDW sucks, I have to admit - it helps to think to myself, fine. Don't come. We don't want you there anyway.
Moon should be back next post. :)
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