A Troublesome Life

Now, most of you sick minded people would think of this to have to do with fornication, but you’re wrong. I mean, at first I thought so too, but when Pinkie whispered into my ear, I found out what it was about. It was actually all about pranking. I despise pranking, because it can hurt people quite a bit. I didn’t want to hurt anyone for my own amusement. Why was I blushing? Well, if you had a mare on top of you, whispering into your ear, wouldn’t you blush too? Why was I sweating? Because I ran really f***ing fast and hard! Also, about the ‘other things’ Pinkie did with that bed; I still don’t know the answer. It’s probably exactly what we all thought. What Pinkie and Dash did in that room I wish is only planning pranks.

A knocking came at the door. I was still on the floor, panting. I looked over at it. I couldn’t manage to say anything. I couldn’t think of anything to say anyways. I felt completely drained. Again; I ran extremely fast. Why I ran so fast? I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I’d seemed to get more physical activity since I came here. Also; why was this town so crazy? There always seems to be something happening: Whether it is for the better, or worse. The knocking was louder, and words accompanied it. I wasn’t paying attention. I was thinking of all these questions. I can comprehend the most scientific mind-fucks without much trouble, but this was hurting my head. Didn’t I come here for less excitement? Did I actually come here for excitement? How did I become a friend of the Elements of Harmony so fast, and not other ponies? I suppose I should talk to more ponies. Why not delve into little pranks? Pinkie isn’t cruel enough to do things that would hurt people too much, would she?

The door busted open. Rarity, Twilight, Rainbow Dash, and Spike were there. I didn’t pay much attention, as I was still thinking. I just looked up at the ceiling, no longer panting. I must have been lying there for quite some time, as Rarity would’ve had to go get them. I knew if something didn’t happen soon, I’d probably begin to ponder my, and everybody’s existence. They went around me, and asked questions that went through my head, and out again. When I start to think; I shut out the world around me, and pay no attention to anything but my thoughts. This is how I can be creative, as nothing will distract me. The problem is; I will have to force myself out with will power. This time; I didn’t feel like forcing myself out of it. The only way someone can get me out of it is with physical trauma. So, I lie there, pondering my life here in Ponyville. I felt something touch my head. I didn’t stop thinking, but I did look at what it was. It was Twilight’s horn. It was glowing. I was still thinking, but also wondering what she was doing. I began to slowly force myself out, directing my thoughts in the direction of the present, and what she’s doing. It seemed easier than usual. Maybe that’s what she was doing? I sat up, and looked at everyone. They looked worried. Time for the eternal question:

“What?” I said with the wholeness of my wisdom, and the universe’s eternal life span, and the ethereal world’s… screw it, I said it as if I were drunk and just waking up. They all started asking what had happened. Frankly; I didn’t know this’d spark such a philosophical debate on my life in my head. I was surprised when I realized it. I stood up, not saying anything, and walked out. They still followed me, asking me if I was alright. I just continued walking, with a purpose in my mind that could not be broken. I felt something on my chest and my back. I realized that I had been tackled to the ground by Dash. She was yelling into my ear. I stood up, literally carrying her on my back. I continued to walk to Sugar Cube Corner.

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When I got there; I was carrying Dash, Twilight, Apple Jack, and Spike on my back. How I had managed it is a mystery. When I began to feel their weight, I stood on my back legs, making them all fall off. I walked into Sugar Cube Corner, and walked up to Pinkie, who was sadly eating the pastries we made. She looked at me when I walked through the door.

“Strum? What are you-“ She was cut off as I laughed. She was confused. I just laughed. I began to laugh harder. Everyone else ran through the door, and their questions stopped as I was continuously laughing. I must’ve looked like a complete psychopath to everybody. My head bent back, and I laughed. I laughed like a psycho as well. My usual laughter was as low as my voice: This laughter was as high pitched as when my voice cracked. My face began to tingle. My laughter died down to a slight giggle. Then I stopped. There was utter silence, and I had the biggest of grins on my face. I walked  up to Pinkie.

“Why not?” I said. She smiled wide. She took a pie out of the oven, and grabbed some frosting. I laughed some more, and so did she. Oh, and, why did I decide to change my mind? Because I liked my new life here, and I decided that, how much could the prank hurt someone?

“What the hell is going on?!” yelled Twilight. We looked at her. She seemed really angry. I took the pie and threw it at her; Pinkie went up from behind and put frosting on her head. There was utter silence once more. Then we all laughed, Twilight included. It was pretty damn funny. I was happy that all that philosophical shit was over.