1. It was truly not a backhanded jab at my friend's parenting choices.
2. It was really not even about Disney movies and toys.
3. It was actually a veiled confession that I am really just 11-year-old Anne Shirley on the inside and want a bosom friend but I haven't been able to find one here, and I was taking it out on parenting choices since that is one of the first things that becomes apparent when I'm interacting with potential kindred spirits (aka other girls (or do i have to say women??) my age).
Fortunately there are so many facets that a spirit can be kindred to. There's
-loving to play volleyball outside
-wanting to get good grades
-liking paying attention in museums
-thinking other people are taking things too seriously
-loving to eat and cook
-being a lazy parent
-loving old things and antiques
-wanting to talk about art history
-liking mystery tv shows and old books
-liking to walk instead of ride
-liking to make things
-finding nothing wrong with "borrowing" bikes for late-night summer rides
There is an actual friend out there (it's probably you) attached to each of those things! I'm so lucky to have you. But also, why aren't any of you here in my town? On my block? In my backyard?
(Now is when I finally get to use the Santa Claus is Coming to Town analogy I've been thinking about!)
That is kind of an extremely hyperbolic way to describe how I feel here. Because people are actually pretty much normal and don't make fun of my furry red suit, but I just can't seem to find that kindred thing in any of them! Which is weird! Because there is a kindred spirit in most people, don't you think?
At the risk of pointing out the extremely obvious, I have found one highly kindred spirit in this town, and not only that, but he's also really handsome and crafty and that is no small thing.
Moral of the story, move here and live by me. The End.