I talk about Frozen for some reason

Frozen is one of the most successful movies in recent time, both critically and financially. I myself thought the movie was simply "meh", but like many people, I couldn't stand the huge following it had obtained. People singing "Let it Go" everywhere I went. You have no clue how hard it was to volunteer as a camp counselor for a drama camp, when every week some kid would want to be Elsa in one of the plays the kids got to write and preform.  After 3 weeks of someone asking to be Elsa, we eventually got sick of it and decided to banish any Frozen related things from any of the performances.

It truly is impressive how popular this movie has become. Even now, I still see merchandise everywhere over a year after the movie's release. I myself like to call those little girls who have all sorts of Frozen merchandise and toys and clothes "Elsaheimer's diseases" because I'm a horrible person. I haven't seen anything like it since Shrek was on every single product back in the mid 2000's. I see it everywhere, not even Club Penguin is safe from the Frozen virus, getting multiple events to promote the movie, as if it needed any more.

However, even with all of these things, there is one thing that annoys me more than anything this movie has spewed out. Something that induces rage into my body at the simple sight of. Behold, the spawn of the underworld: Olaf.

I have a supreme hatred for this snowman. I was told that he was supposed to be the funniest character in the entire movie, and that "I would love him". Oh, my feelings towards this abomination are the opposite of any sort of affection. I never laughed at anything this creature did, rather, I simply cringed at the fact that this thing was supposed to be funny. I myself never found the "Lovable Idiot" stereotype to be funny, usually it just ends up being really, really annoying. To me, nothing is worse than a character that doesn't exist for any reason other to be funny or appeal the kids. At the end of the movie after all the snow vanished, I was hoping to see Olaf melt and die, but no, he get's his own personal snow cloud, which somehow keeps him from melting. Perfect. Don't even get me started on how he sings, either. His only song is about how he wants to see summer, which I'm guessing is supposed to be funny, since he's a snowman. It came off as really annoying and stupid. Maybe I just have no sense of humor, but every single time I look at that stupid smile of his, I get the sudden urge to physically hurt him. I would love to simply lure Olaf into a Pizza oven, telling him there was free candy in there or something. Of course, he'd happily walk in, only to find the door closed behind him. Then I would get to witness the pure joy of watching that stupid face of his turn into a face of pure terror, as he slowly melts into a puddle. Where's your cloud now, huh? Once he had become nothing more than a puddle, I'd take that puddle of his, along with his carrot nose, and make myself some nice carrot stew, with a fire flamed by his coal buttons. Then, I'd feed that stew to the homeless, so something good could come from his pure terribleness.

How much you want to bet I'll be sent to a therapist for this post?