Podcast said toddler hiding spots follow a deranged internal logic.

Funny enough, a similar thing happened to me at the laundromat last month. I was folding clothes and humming the theme from an old cartoon, and the guy next to me joined in with the next verse. We ended up talking for an hour about obscure animation from the 90s, and he introduced me to a whole group that meets up to trade DVDs and memories. What worked for me was just being open about my niche interest in the moment, no matter how silly it felt. That casual exchange opened up a side of my neighborhood I never knew existed, full of people who geek out over the same forgotten shows. It’s wild how these pockets of fandom are just sitting there, waiting for a spark to bring them to light.