Sometimes I wonder why I spend so much time watching these old cartoons. I mean, they’re literally all I watch these days, and occasionally, I wonder if something is wrong with me.

And I know motherfuckers think I’m crazy. A grown-ass woman, almost 56 years old, sitting around watching cartoons like a little kid.

But then I think about how the familiar voices, the music, the sound effects, and even the silliness soothe my soul.

There’s something comforting about returning to the things that once brought me joy. Perhaps it’s nostalgia. Perhaps it’s the familiarity of a simpler time. Or perhaps, in a world that can be so loud, cruel, and exhausting, these cartoons offer me a little peace. Or more than likely, watching them takes me back to a time when my family was alive and I was just a little girl living on the South Side of Chicago.

And maybe that’s all the explanation I need.

Besides, I’m almost 56 years old. If watching Bugs Bunny, Tom and Jerry, and Mighty Mouse brings me joy, then so be it. I’ve earned the right to enjoy whatever the fuck I want.