I’m starting to think Disney is a drug. Or maybe they put drugs in the water.
More and more I’m seeing posts that seem to have more to do with the mental well-being of Disney-goers. You know. Post-Disney blues, pre-Disney jitters, once-in-a-lifetime trips turning into repeat visits, and those who eventually grow to annual or even more often.
It is like a drug addiction. Have to keep getting your Disney fix. When not at Disney, your world revolves around thinking about Disney, looking at Disney T-shirts on etsy, reading all he details on the upcoming Disney enhancements, planning yet another trip beyond the trip you already have planned, etc.
What is it that makes Disney so incredibly addictive? I mean, okay. We love amusement parks. For us a vacation isn’t a vacation unless an amusement parks is involved. But no other places becomes an obsession. Even while we’re in another amusement park, I’ll find myself longing to be back at Disney. It starts out innocently enough. I mean, everyone’s gotta see the House of Mouse once in their life.
Okay, twice.
Well, every few years.
And next thing you know, you’re sacrificing your ability to eventually retire by financing yet another trip.
How does one get off this drug? Is it even possible? Can one go cold turkey? I’m guessing not. I think the only way off is probably having to taper off. So, maybe first just adding an extra year between visits. Then two years, until you’re only going once every 5 years.
Anyone have the antidote? If you do…well, I’ll want it. But not until after my trip in 2020…and the one we have planned for 2025. But after that, for sure. Maybe.