Oh, I have to confess to being a Willy Wonka nerd. I used to watch it with my friends in high school. I loved the whimsical silliness of the characters and the slightly dark humor of the movie. Really.
One day someone that knew of my Wonkalove actually had a chocolate shop specially make me a tea cup that looked exactly like the daffodil Wonka drank out of in the chocolate mixing room.
It was filled with butterscotch liquour.
I recently found out that today was Roald Dahl day and it sounded fun to eat candy, chill out, and watch "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory." Sounds normal enough.
My fam and I had the bright idea to dress up like Wonka characters and just have fun. The kind of fun that starts out okay... then you realize its your worst nightmare.
We had a Willy, an Augustus Gloop, Mike Teavee, Charlie Bucket, and of course an Oompa-Loompa. I will never tell who the Oompa-Loompa was. But, it was so realistic, it scared me... a lot. I don't think I will ever be able to dress up again. I don't know if I will be able to watch the movie again.
It will be fun, they said.
Seriously, how did a fun afternoon turn into a life examining, creepy, 'I'm so ashamed of what I just did' evening?
After freaking out, I showered and tried to remind myself of how normal I should now feel but I can't shake the crazy tree that hard without being affected. Roald Dahl day, you are too much for me. I admit it. I have now seen over the cliff of sanity and ran away from it. Admitting defeat now before it gets worse.
Please do not ever allow me to do that again.
Roald Dahl's world of imagination is more than I can take. Not meant for real life. Why didn't I know that, and why has it left me questioning my world on such a deep level.
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