I think I was taken to the Disney parks twice as a kid. I’m not sure I was much of a fan then and even less so today. The paths and curves and colors built around costumes walking around and making clips for funny home videos because the screaming kid is hilarious during dinnertime quality family time. Fast forward the vhs to color factory years and now I’m absent from the photo ops along with every parent and child these ball pits are for single new yorkers content creators only. Melted colors and ripped glam couches still look good in the photos that make me go braindead yet guilty of hypocrisy and smh’ing. Adult disney sounds disgusting. Like fake swimming in mountains of sprinkles infested and invested in viral virus untamed unvaccineable uneradicatable. I was never a fan of diseases.