Supposed Insanity

Funny... It seems that only a few weeks ago I was at home with my family, talking about our days as we did every so often. My brother of the test he passed, my mother of her day with her friends shopping. Finally my father of the new policies he had written for his workers. He seemed very proud of himself. When the conversation came around to me, the only thing I had to talk about was the day I had spent in Equestria.

"Ryan... Honey, we know that this show is important to you. But it's not real. I'm worried that you're taking this a little too seriously." My mother tells me. Her words go unheard. I'm not one to be easily discouraged. My father is frustrated with me. This is at least the fifth time I've brought up 'My Little Pony' and his patience was wearing. His words had more of an effect.

"Carol, don't even try to sweet talking him! He has a serious problem. Ryan you have a serious problem. This is all you ever talk about anymore. You don't have any friends and you are always in your room! The only time we ever see you is for meals!"

I come out of my trance and all of my attention is focused on my father and his judgmental words. I am almost gleaming hate at him, i'm not breaking eye contact, i'm not blinking. I feel as if he had just personally attacked me over something he doesn't even understand. I don't show any patience for him either.

"Dad, I do have friends. Twilight Sparkle, AppleJack, Rainbow Das-"

"RYAN!! THEY ARE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS FROM A CHILD'S TELEVISION SHOW!!"

I can't believe this. He cuts me off mid sentence just to tell me that my closest friends are nonexistent. They are my friends. I am able to see them everyday thanks to a special skill I call 'Traveling'. Neither my parents nor my brother have seen me 'Travel' so that's probably why it's so hard to believe me. Basically, I'm able to move myself from this universe, to that of Equestria. Yesterday I stopped by Sugarcube Corner to talk to Pinkie Pie and sample some of her cooking. She was very enthusiastic about my arrival. She told me she was waiting all day for me. It was heart warming to see that at least one person, or pony rather, enjoyed my company.

"So what are we doing today Pinkie?" I ask her.

"Well, I made some extra super special pie crust yesterday and I wanted to try it with a new filling Mrs. Cake showed me to see if it was good or not, okay?" I nodded my head in agreement and followed her into the bakery. After about ten minutes of preparation, the pie was completed and was ready for it's taste test. She cut a slice out of the pie, placed it on a plate, then shoved it my way. I was still getting used to eating off of the table. I couldn't very well pick up the plate because of my hooves. Yes, once I 'Travel' here, I am a pony. I'd say it's very neat, but it is still strange having to deal with walking on four legs and not having fingers. But I am surrounded by loving ponies at almost every moment, so that complaint seldom occurs to me. Anyway... The pie was stupendous and I thanked Pinkie for the time she spent with me. I had to leave again.

I realized that every time I 'Traveled' I had a certain amount of time until I had to leave again. Once it was time to leave, I would experience a tingling sensation down my spine and it would only become more and more intense the longer I stayed. I learned that I had to leave at this point because, the one time I stayed, I felt horrible excruciating pain all throughout my body. It felt like being crushed and stabbed to death at the same time. Horrible, simply horrible.

I return home feeling just fine and am happy both because of the relief from the horrible pain and the fact that I am associated with the mane six! It was such an ecstatic sensation. But as the expression goes, "All good things must come to an end." Which in my case, was pretty abruptly brought to an end. Although, not entirely. I could still 'Travel' there where ever I was at any time. But anyway, apparently I had talked of my experiences in Equestria one too many times and my parents were done with it. They assumed that I was "mentally insane". It was too realistic for me and I couldn't get over something that wasn't real. Such an enclosed perception of the wonders of the universe. Idiots! I was, about a week later, instituted into the Harbor Oaks Hospital for the mentally ill. I felt like I was nothing to them anymore. They ran out of patience for me and decided to just throw me away like a broken watch that wouldn't keep time no matter how many times you "fixed" the gears.

This is where I currently stand. I am in a white room with a single lonely window on the opposite wall. It lets light in, but it's too high to see out of. I am in colorless clothing and lace-less shoes.My bed is a single mattress with a single pillow and a thin sheet. I am definitely not insane, and I don't think that many other people would consider me insane either. I just think I was given some of the most impatient and least understanding parents ever conceived. Well, I'm not complaining. I have time to myself.(Almost more than I wanted) But it was still nice. The lack of human interaction allowed me to better and more oftentimes 'Travel'. I was almost always in Equestria. More specifically, Ponyville. I am just glad that there were no cameras in my room. The 'disappearing patient' might cause some of the workers here to end up in the same place I was. Funny how that works out.

The pills though. They are the only downside to being here. I can't concentrate once I've taken them. I am a living corpse when I'm on them. I don't move very much. I don't say anything. I even breathe slower. The only reason I know this is because one of the nurses didn't even try to hide them in my food today. Apparently, they have been crushing them into a fine powder and mixing them into my oatmeal. Today around lunch time, I was given my oatmeal and sure enough, there were the pills sitting right on the surface of my soupy meal. I decided not to eat today.