I said I don’t care about Basil anymore — and it’s true. The obsession’s gone. I don’t need him to feel safe or happy now. But if The Basil Brush Show ever came back? I’d definitely watch it.
Not because I still care in that old way, but because it’s comforting. It’s the orange glow of after-school TV, the theme tune that made everything feel lighter, the laughter that used to fill the house. It’s not about the fox anymore — it’s about what those afternoons meant.
I don’t think the show will ever come back (and that’s okay), but luckily the old episodes are on YouTube. Sometimes I click on one just to hear that familiar “BOOM BOOM!” and it feels like time hasn’t moved at all.
The difference now is that I don’t need it to feel safe — I just enjoy it. I can smile at the memory, sip my tea, and think: Some things don’t have to come back. They never really left. 🦊💛
💅 Daisy Says:
Oh babes, of course we’d still watch it. It’s not regression, it’s research in emotional growth and 00s television excellence. Pass the snacks, queue the nostalgia, and let’s call it self-care. BOOM BOOM. 🦊✨
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