Love letter to Pinkie Pie
I don’t think I’ve had a hard life by any means, but I will say that I have had an empty life. Tasks start to become meaningless, people tend to be greedy, judgemental and superficial. It seems that the world is filled with people who are willing to hurt others either for some monetary, societal, or personal benefit. Empathy, the common good and community is dead, and it is these types of people who have killed it, as well as those who fear getting hurt such as myself. Even the people who are close to me share these traits and encourage me to be more like them. They want me to not worry about others, to look out for myself and myself alone, and to be “successful” by making a shitload of money, and having expensive things while having no friends and ignoring loved ones. It fills me with dread to think that my world revolves around people perpetuating a lie and comparing other people’s lies simply because they wish to avoid the truth.
I think that’s why Pinkie Pie as a character speaks to me so well. She is the opposite of all these things. She is generous, willing to give others the time of their lives. She isn’t judgemental, even when the other person may come off as odd, grumpy or sad. She knows there is goodness in everyone and she wishes to reveal that through relieving their stresses and woes with fun and creativity. She is able to make a whole community bond with one another, even ponies who would otherwise not talk to each other. Success to her is not measured in digits, titles, and status, but in smiles, laughter and hugs. It pains me everyday that a person like her doesn’t exist in my life who wouldn’t take advantage or want to throw me under the bus. She is someone who would actually take time to understand me, she is someone who is brave enough to commit herself to a person, knowing that person could do her harm. I wish I had her strength, her presence, I wish I had her in my arms.
Pony, human, doesn’t matter. Her beauty is beyond that of her contemporaries. To me, she is a supermodel.
I fear that I may not be sociable enough, have a good enough personality, look good enough, or in any other way be good enough for her. I suppose the only way I can meet her is through my dreams, and I can be whoever I want in said dreams, but the feelings still gnaw at me, killing a part of me inside everyday.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that Pinkie Pie is the type of pony/human that we all need in our lives now more than ever. We need someone who is truthful, but not malevolently, but rather in a playful manner. We need someone who can lift our spirits when they fall to the ground again and again. We need someone who makes life worth living, who makes you feel secure and at peace. Someone who is willing to help build you up rather than take you down a peg. I hope that one day I can meet that someone in my dreams. I love you Pinkie Pie, and I hope to see you soon.
I think that’s why Pinkie Pie as a character speaks to me so well. She is the opposite of all these things. She is generous, willing to give others the time of their lives. She isn’t judgemental, even when the other person may come off as odd, grumpy or sad. She knows there is goodness in everyone and she wishes to reveal that through relieving their stresses and woes with fun and creativity. She is able to make a whole community bond with one another, even ponies who would otherwise not talk to each other. Success to her is not measured in digits, titles, and status, but in smiles, laughter and hugs. It pains me everyday that a person like her doesn’t exist in my life who wouldn’t take advantage or want to throw me under the bus. She is someone who would actually take time to understand me, she is someone who is brave enough to commit herself to a person, knowing that person could do her harm. I wish I had her strength, her presence, I wish I had her in my arms.
Pony, human, doesn’t matter. Her beauty is beyond that of her contemporaries. To me, she is a supermodel.
I fear that I may not be sociable enough, have a good enough personality, look good enough, or in any other way be good enough for her. I suppose the only way I can meet her is through my dreams, and I can be whoever I want in said dreams, but the feelings still gnaw at me, killing a part of me inside everyday.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that Pinkie Pie is the type of pony/human that we all need in our lives now more than ever. We need someone who is truthful, but not malevolently, but rather in a playful manner. We need someone who can lift our spirits when they fall to the ground again and again. We need someone who makes life worth living, who makes you feel secure and at peace. Someone who is willing to help build you up rather than take you down a peg. I hope that one day I can meet that someone in my dreams. I love you Pinkie Pie, and I hope to see you soon.
