Disney movies used to always find ways to exacerbate my OCD. Even a memorable scene from Beauty and the Beast found ways to chide my childish need to keep everything in order. During the opening song, after the audience is introduced to the peculiar Belle and her poor provincial town, as a young boy, I could not stand watching a sheep chew on Belle’s favorite book.
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“Marco’s always saying you choose how to see the world. That you can look at what’s funny and cool, or you can focus on all the things that aren’t.
So I tried to follow Marco’s advice. I tried to turn my dreams to Cassie.
But even looking into her eyes, I still saw that doomed Howler falling.”
Excerpt from Animorphs #26
Someone once thought that the only reason I even liked Animorphs was because there was a character named “Marco” in the series. Pssh. Idiots. It was because there was a dude in there that could change into a tiger at will.
“Well, that was emotional.”
Near the porch rocking chair, there were snuffed-out cigarettes in an ashtray. After I knocked on his door, his skinny frame stepped out from behind the screen door and he looked like Christmas had just arrived from Burning Man. A gap of chin split his beard in two by a gap of chin, and if it were not for his feeble eyes, hidden behind thick, recycled-bottle glasses, I would have been nervous. I got a weird sense of Déjà vu. I somehow knew, maybe in a dream, that I would be giving away my childhood to the Anti-Santa.