To Love and Tolerate

May 26

It was strange to find out what a brony was? Yet it wasn’t as bad as I had originally thought it was. Isaac has always been a fan of strange things including anime, cartoons, Legos (which I actually enjoy just as much as he does); I just never thought that ponies would be one of them.

When I arrived home, my father was waiting in the living room. He asked me how my day had been like he always did. I shouldn’t say he was waiting for me; rather he was watching a show and immediately took notice to my presence.

The man let me go back to my business after I explained to him my plans for tomorrow and how Isaac had invited me to his brony meeting.

Actually, my exact words were, “Isaac invited me to spend the day with his friends after school. I kind of want to go.”

I felt as though the addition of the “brony meeting” might’ve compromised my father’s agreement. He may be a good man at heart and in form, but he just doesn’t like it when grown men and teenage boys watch cartoons. He accepts it when I watch cartoons, but when I do it’s usually from an analytic stand point.

I went to my room and readied myself for the day to come. I set out my clothes and kept them in a neat pile on top of my desk where all of my blueprint paper, notebooks, textbooks, and manuals resided neatly. I enjoy all things mechanical and want to major in that when I go to college in the next year. (Note: I still cannot believe that I was asked to attend my first choice of college. It makes me internally giddy every time I think of it.)

I must say that my room was also extremely messy. It was as though an orb of protection surrounded my desk while the rest of my room was shuffled around in a Yahtzee cup.

I must remind myself to visit Dr. Hershal before the end of the week. I saw the strangest sight this morning and did not remember it until I started writing about the Yahtzee cup; not sure how it reminded me of this important issue but as long I remembered. I must inform Dr. Hershal that I saw a strange abnormality in my vision where I saw a rainbow explode. I know that this must be my brain being overworked from stress over school and friend making or else I would not have been the only one that looked like he had never seen a rainbow.

(Note: it was beyond a beautiful sight. An exploding rainbow would be a marvel to truly witness.)

May 27

I brought my diary with me to this “brony meeting” so that I may record the account of my day up to that point. This was not the case at all. I brought it with me but did not open it. In my mind I imagined Isaac and his friends watching their favorite episodes of this show they enjoy. Instead, we met up and they day proceeded as follows:

• Isaac bought an early dinner for everyone

• We arrived at a large home that belonged to Jeffrey (a shorter fellow with peculiar white hair; he also carried around a satchel of drawing supplies that made me wonder what he liked to create along the lines of art)

• Everrett (hazel eyes, long nose, and, from what I could tell from the roots of his hair, he dyed his hair at least once every week into a different color) brought up an analogy from an episode called “The Ticket Master” about sharing and giving things up; from there I expected to be able to sit back and begin writing in my diary, but when his analogy had ended he related to the current situation in Syria. It was strange to have a girl’s cartoon related back to politics

• We all talked about politics, issues within the world, and all sorts of pet peeves. I came to the realization that I was thinking of them simply as obsessive cartoon watchers like what Kyle had envisioned.

• Isaac brought up my “mechanical prowess”. I told them that I was still learning but could easily make a generator. It wasn’t my proudest moment to gloat, but I felt as though I deserved it when I finished Paul’s Rubik’s cube in less than two minutes.

• I went to the bathroom and came back to here Isaac giving a pep talk to his friends about how grateful he was to them for not scaring me away. Mainly pointing out Douglas’s obsession with the show and how nicely he handled not talking about it extensively. I walked in a said to them all, “Thank you, all, but please don’t hide who you are from me. I need make friends not acquaintances.” (Note: use smaller words in speech. It might help in making connections with people who are not as smart as me.)

Now today’s diary entry comes to an interesting end. I was invited to Sunday’s meet-up just two days away. I was not invited by Isaac however, but rather from the group’s founder, Douglas. From what I could tell from side-conversations, Douglas had made the group to help his twin brother, Paul, find other bronies to befriend. Apparently you can hide being a brony. This might’ve come in handy for Isaac, but I don’t think Isaac enjoys lying to people who ask him straight forward questions.

Anyway, today was quite the interesting day. I do hope to see these fellows again. I do wish to see what they are like without the intention of trying to keep me there.

(Note: the group is called BPP: Bronies Pony Paradise; I laughed when I heard it.)

May 28

Today was quite boring. I never thought that a Saturday could be boring; usually I would just watch the Discovery channel or develop theses on why I can’t find anything to do. I guess I never realized how boring my life was until I found something interesting to look forward to every two days.

Anyway, I came across the HUB channel which came up in the car ride back to my home where I was dropped off and found the home television network for Isaac’s TV show. My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Interesting name and animation style. I must admit it was good for what it was, but I didn’t understand what the hype was over it. But I guess I can’t complain; hell, I’ve spent most of my life indoors working with books, metals, and heavy objects. You’re into what you’re into and if that means talking ponies, then so be it.

There was one moment of my day that caught my attention: I saw that rainbow explode again. I rubbed my eyes and I disappeared when my vision un-blurred. I must see Dr. Hershal on Monday. It’s a good thing I call him.

(Note: I needed one side-note written in here.)