"And around and around you go." - Haunted Mansion butler at the limbo of boundless mist and decay (AKA load area)
Okay, guy and gals, I've been drinking profusely and sometimes this happens. This is one of only two communities I really partake in and the other isn't Disney-related. So I feel kind of "close" to many of you from our interactions and it seems like most of you are familiar with me. This is going to be a Very Special Post.
I used to go to Disney more frequently with other people. What happened is what always happens because I'm actually mental. I'm bipolar schizoaffective with mania. Relationships with people usually don't work out. They end up hating me or afraid of me. Ultimately, they just don't want to be around me. It's a wonder I'm even employed. Up until fairly recently, I would usually go to Disney with a girl who looks exactly like the Medusa portrait in the Haunted Mansion changing portrait hallway. We did everything.
I still don't know if she forgives me or even cares about me, really. This probably all goes back to when I was a kid and we would always vacation as a family to Disney until the divorce. Disney and The Haunted Mansion specifically are all I have left of that. When I'm in there, I feel okay. Every little thing from the Duelists' toy guns illuminating red when they fire at each other to the broad sitting on the Chandelier that reminds me of Janice from the Muppets brings me back to happier times, even more recent ones. I stare at the Medusa portrait constantly as everyone else hurries to the Doom Buggies and I'm left behind.
This is 100% true. Going to Disneyland alone and riding The Haunted Mansion 20-30 times in a row is something I need. I left a part of myself there that I haven't been able to get back outside of the place.