Disney has a certain way about hypnotizing you. I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about.
I don't know how they do it. But at no time is this hypnotizing effect stronger...or more deadly...than when it comes to...Disney plush.
I fully admit it: Disney plush is my Achilles' heel.
Two months ago my family was visiting the Magic Kingdom. At that time I still hadn't heard back on my Disney application, and my future was looking, as it will for jobless recent college grads, all murky and uncertain -- so I particularly vulnerable to the allure of the Disney plush.
"Come on, Emma...I know you can't resist...."
"Moooommmmm, can I get a Winnie the Pooh??? Puh-leasseee?"
Yes, that was me. Begging for a Pooh plush.
I should probably mention that I have never even been an especially big fan of Pooh Bear. I mean, I like him, he's cute and he's a Disney character, but he's never been a favorite.
There was just something about the Pooh's in that shop that was irresistible!
But, Mom wouldn't let me get one. not that day at least. She made a condition. She said that once I got a job, then she would buy me the Pooh Bear. I assured her I would not forget.
And I didn't forget. When I was having a hard day, or the job search was going slowly, or I saw a commercial for Winnie the Pooh on TV, I remembered that soon I would have a job and I would be getting a plush Pooh Bear, and all should be well. It's funny how silly little things like that can give you strength.
A month or so later and I had had my interview and pretty much had the job! My family came down to Florida for a few days to help me move my things down, and one evening we went into the Magic Kingdom, we rode the Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, and after carefully looking at all the Winnie the Pooh's and deciding which one had the right spunky black nose and was meant for me, I had my Pooh Bear!
Fast forward to today, and there's a silly old bear who sits among the pillows on my bed looking happy, he always makes me smile.