Sometimes I think I must be the luckiest being ever, then again, sometimes I really question if I'm not actually incredibly unlucky. The line between the two can be a bit blurry at times. I never really had a problem with my life, or even with my untimely death. I try to stay chill about most things, and for the most part, succeed. You could call me apathetic, but I prefer indifferent. However, it's hard to keep maximum aloofness when I'm talking to a giant lizard. Even worse when it talks back. Maybe if it hadn't been for the fact that his tree has a name, which is frank, I would be okay. I really think ending up in Equestria put the final nail in the coffin though. Not the first place I would have chosen to go, but it's still pretty bad ass. Especially when you throw in some magic and awesome adventure.

Just figured I should put a note about this not being a SI. Unless I stopped being a narcissistic asshole who only thinks for himself, and turned into a happy-go-lucky kind of guy.