I actually had a good time. It was the Flower/Garden festival at Epcot, but I noticed as I was sitting in the shade watching that there were quite a bit of people not too happy to be there, or not too happy with the wait time for the lines.
These people, I felt at the time, paid way too much to be unhappy--or pretending to be happy.
Enjoy.
*edit: changed a few things up a bit and noticed I repeated a word (argh!) before posting, so revision and corrections. Sorry about that.
*picture is originally from http://gallery.rrdphoto.com/Still-Life/Wilted-Flowers-on-Solid/i-W2S3dg4
04/09/2014 (Thursday)- They Sell Dreams
I watched people walking aimlessly about, and people walking with a purpose to reach the end of the lines—spending an inordinate amount of time, for a pittance of happiness. Wilting under a hot Florida sun.
The flowers were happy. Getting cooled and watered by the gardeners almost every hour, I gave up blood for a small cold plastic bottle of water.
I sat back down to watch people pretending to be happy for a moment, trying to stop time just for today.
Paying too much for a bit of wholesale imagination.
Selling out just for some black Disney magic.
I watched people walking aimlessly about, and people walking with a purpose to reach the end of the lines—spending an inordinate amount of time, for a pittance of happiness. Wilting under a hot Florida sun.
The flowers were happy. Getting cooled and watered by the gardeners almost every hour, I gave up blood for a small cold plastic bottle of water.
I sat back down to watch people pretending to be happy for a moment, trying to stop time just for today.
Paying too much for a bit of wholesale imagination.
Selling out just for some black Disney magic.
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