Twice in my life I’ve had a not-so-fun time at Disney World, which is supposed to be the happiest place on earth.
Once in high school, one of my friends moved to Orlando. She was one of the purest, sweetest girls at school, but she didn’t have much of an edge to her. She was sunshine and butterflies all over the place.
I’m not sure why, but when she moved she decided to get more into religion, as if she wasn’t good enough, after she moved to Orlando, so when I we visited, she was ooooover the top about it.
This made for some interesting conversation both in the car (she picked me up and took me home the next day) and all through our day at Disney. And for the sleepover at her parents’ house. But, I know she meant well, so I didn’t pay it any mind, really. My squeaky-clean friend was worried about her immortal soul, and I had other things to occupy my mind, like 37 crushes on boys.
She wrote me a note after my visit, thanking me for coming and inviting me back, but in the flurry of our senior year of high school, it never happened and we lost touch.
The second un-fun trip to Disney revolved around some special occasion (someone’s birthday?) and a night at a Disney resort hotel as well as trips through the parks. The people I went with were the only females in Ocala who were near my age, but unfortunately we didn’t have too much in common.
Two were very religious- virgins, in fact. Over 30 years old. The third woman was more of what I consider a “normal” person, so we were better aligned and tended to pair off together.
The two religious girls weren’t the happiest of people, not even at Disney. I remember watching them dunking their feet in a pool after we’d spent a day in a park and thinking to myself, They can’t be happy here. They can’t be happy anywhere. There’s a cloud that follows them around.
I am not sure if it had to do with them being religious- studies say that it’s the opposite- but they were unusual people. It was just hard to enjoy myself there with two miserable people.
Believe it or not, I went back a second time with the group. It went terribly. I can’t get into the details, but the angriest one had a bone to pick with me, and she aligned herself with another (new) girl, and it was like junior high all over again. The cool girl and I were taken aback. I don’t think either of us hung out with them again. It was strange.
It also happened to be Halloween. Scary day. A perfect day for a “frenema.”
So, I am not a good mix with holy rollers. Even at Disney. Go figure.