Winnie The Pooh Makes Me Want To Be A Sweeter Person

Watched Disney’s Christopher Robin over the weekend. Cried through most of the movie and was miserable for a full day afterwards so I really think it’s the best thing I’ve watched all year. You see, a long time ago, I had as little brain as Pooh has and I was as happy and at peace as he was, but I became just like grown-up Christopher Robin without even realising so. I thought being dedicated to work, a fighter, a survivor, competitive, tough and emotionless would lead to happiness but seeing Christopher Robin yell at Pooh for being a dimwit/nuisance changed my mind about everything. I don’t want to be that guy. Now, all I want to be is simple, sweet, kind, present for my loved ones and eternally positive—all the things I used to be before school and work told me to go fight everybody else for a living. I’m telling you about this because it is most likely going to affect the endings of my next few books. I’m going to move away from doom and gloom maybe forever because all I want to do now is fill the world with Winnie The Pooh soft toys.