Welcome to THE CONFESSIONAL. This is the place where you can divulge your deepest, darkest, most neurotic things you have done in times of Disney desperation. Don’t be ashamed. We’ve all had these moments. Make yourself comfy in our confessional chair and tell us. What are the things you have done in order to get your Disney “fix”?
As a uniformed officer of the US Air Force's nuclear missile arsenal did my obsession first form from the seedlings of childhood Disney joy. Donned in the cropped hair, flight suit, and bomber jacket standard to my career did I first come to be questioned by my superior officer: "Lieutenant, is that a Mickey watch and a Disney Vacation Club coffee mug you're going to nuclear combat duty with?"
Yes, yes they were, sir.
Then, as a civilian once more, did the tendrils of my affliction take firm root in my very core....
I now spend my days as a professional software developer for a billion dollar company, still wearing my Mickey watch (obtained for just $25 with a $100 purchase at Saratoga Springs on our first trip as DVC members), still sipping from my DVC mug. I've added t-shirts and pullovers of course, culminating in a WDW hoodie worn while riding my Harley, but my symptoms have progressed beyond mere issues of fashion....
I now spend on average, 6-8 hours a day, five days a week listening exclusively to Disney theme park music from one of four different streaming radio sources.
Instead of TPS reports, I browse blogs and podcasts.
Instead of developing the purchase order automation system, I confess -- and also reinforce -- my obsessive tendencies to anything -- everything -- Disney.
"Only five days a week?" you ask with a smirk -- no, my friends, for the weekends are devoted to trip planning, home video review, strategic ride sequencing, and figuring out SOME way, SOME how to make $3 million to buy our home in the Golden Oak community.
I must say I feel relieved to have acknowledged my affliction, and I'm grateful to have found a fun new community to indulge in it with. :)
On my first trip to WDW, my BFF and I came up with this phrase, the "Space Mountain Theory of Life" – the things we would do in and for Disney that we wouldn't do in real life. It was based on the two of us dedicated couch running to Space Mountain after rope drop (those were the days). We practically jumped over people and I sprained my ankle, but we were among the first in line!
Many years later, I was talking to my then-ambivalent-about-Disney marathoner husband and casually mentioned the Goofy Race-and-a-Half Challenge. I told him I'd do it with him if it would earn me an extended trip to recover. WDW Marathon Weekend ended up being my 1st race, 1st half marathon and 1st marathon. And that's how I ended up being a runner, even if I ended up hobbling to Space Mountain in the days after the race.
Sometimes to get my Disney fix I watch old recordings of the show where Ariel has a shell behind her, Sebastian pops out of the hold on the right side of the stage & gives his monologue, and the hands that "take" Ariel's voice (none of these things are in the current show anymore). With the Ariel in the show I recite the lines & the shows, and do the same hand/fin movements as her when nobody is looking. :-)