>>42530872
it is strange. I am mellow serious minded person with no talents or hobbies. I laugh at nonsense and ponder on the human condition while writing nothing down and becoming better at nothing. I go to work, got no friends and no worthwhile experiences. I am lonely, acrid but profoundly boring. I know I am at some sort of end of a spectrum on the Z axis. I dont mock or disparage those enjoying life in a queer way. But I do loath the idea of the pony convention. If you saw me you'd think me normal and quiet, but I am only one of those things. Unnormal and locked in. I'd conceptually fit right in at a pony convent, but I'd be even stranger than the unwashed sandal wearing neckbeards because they can at least talk about something as stupid as ponies with a smile on their face and clarity in their hearts. I could not do so, I'd say something only relevant to myself and then lament why nobody can read my mind as to why that no one realizes what I said was the most hilarious shit ever. I'd even seem judgemental during it. No. Conventions are not for me just as nothing is. Those who do go to them are real humans, they're not the equestrian escapeés they say they are because it does not reflect in their actions. I rather linger in my solitude, not because I am shy but because I dont have the human impetus to do anything but reflect. I am deathly jealous of the pony convention enjoyer because they drew the shortest straw and did the best thing possible with it. I drew the same straw and holding it like a burnt out ember in a snow storm.
