For months I’ve been debating whether or not to see Basil Brush this year. On one hand, it felt like unfinished business — the idea of giving Past Me the ultimate nostalgia gift. On the other hand, it felt… unnecessary.
See, Basil was more than a puppet fox to me. He was my special interest, my comfort, my obsession. He was safety and laughter in a world that often felt too big and too much. He lit up my imagination so fiercely that, without him, Jonas James (yes, that Jonas James) might never have existed. Basil was the seed of my writing.
And yes — embarrassing as it feels to admit — I crushed on him. Not in any adult sense, but in that intense, all-consuming autistic way where your brain just needs somewhere safe to put all those overwhelming feelings. Basil was that safe place.
So why not go see him now? Why not complete the circle?
Because the truth is, I don’t need to anymore. I’ve already had the reunion in my own way. I’ve revisited the memories, laughed at the crush, reframed the obsession as survival, and thanked Past Me for holding on.
Most importantly, I’ve realised that what Basil represented back then — safety, love, joy, focus — I have all of that now in real life. I have Myron. I have a wedding to plan, books to write, a future to live.
Basil helped me survive. Myron helps me thrive.
So this year, I’m not going. And that doesn’t feel like missing out. It feels like closure.
Boom Boom to I Do. Thank you, Basil. 💛
🌟 Daisy’s Corner 🌟
Oh babes, you’re not seeing Basil? Honestly, iconic. Past You had the taste to fancy a fox in a suit while the rest of the world was drooling over Justin Timberlake’s ramen noodle hair. Ahead. Of. The. Curve.
And let’s be real — you don’t need Basil tickets. You’ve already got the VIP package: Myron. Front-row seat to your own romcom, babes. Forget “Boom Boom,” you’re heading straight for “I Do.”
Besides, do you know how wild it would be to explain to the ushers?
“Sorry, she’s here because her childhood parasocial crush shaped her fictional popstar husband character.”
They’d need subtitles just to keep up.
So raise a glass (of squash, obviously) to Past You for surviving with Basil. Present You? You’re thriving. Basil wobbled so Jonas could strut, and so Myron could swoop in with his Superman cape. Destiny, babes. Absolute destiny.
Tags: nostalgia, Basil Brush, autistic joy, parasocial crushes, Amber & Jonas, wedding planning
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