In The Night

Tragedies always make great stories, but when we read something familiar to us like Romareo and Coltiet, it never does seem interesting, it never does seem all so sad. Of course, there will be those who argue, but they miss the point. Yes, it is a very tragic story, but it never really pulls on your emotions, does it? No, it doesn’t; to us, it all seems like another sad tragic story in our ‘harmonic’ world. As I mention this, some of you will go “oh, yeah I know that feeling, but why is that?” That’s a good question. I have no idea to why that is, but why not?

Instead of asking ‘Why’ all the time, why not ask ‘why not?’ Do you really want to feel sad? Like everything in your life has no more meaning, than that of a leaf falling into the jaws of the ground? No, of course you don’t. Not everything is as it seems in this world, maybe the tragedy wasn’t meant to be a tragedy, or maybe it was supposed to teach you something through what we think is sadness and tragedy.  What am I getting at, you ask? Good question.

What I’m getting at is that you have to delve deeper into things, rather than just take it for what it is. If you want to rob a mare, you’re going to want to look into her wallet to make sure there is actual money in it. Least you find no money and become a wanted stallion/mare and get nothing out of it but some lipstick and for some reason Sugarcubes. What are you reading, you may ask? Another good question.

What you’re reading is a first-person recording of what goes on in the night, as well as what I have on my mind that is worth writing down during any given moment.  I’m not all that old, but I do have a lot to share; however, my age is of no importance. Age is relative, 50 yrs. could be 20 yrs. to somepony, and 20 yrs. could be 50 yrs. to somepony. But more importantly the actual story.

The story will pertain to my nightly activities, as well as my daily thoughts and occurrences. This may seem like a good bed time story, because you’ll probably fall asleep after the first few lines, but that is beside the point. No pony really has time to actually survey the night, which is why I’ll take on that responsibility for them. Mostly because a lot of ponies want to see the night life and that is something usually meant for rest and rejuvenation. But what about those who actually see the night life? They sometimes come home drunk, or come home by a newly discovered hole in the wall. With that, you wonder what the heck they got into, and why you’re not coming through the wall with them.

This is wondered by the many that have to deal with circumstances similar to the ones above. Of course, this seems very abstract and unpredictable, but that is what the night life is all about. You can’t see in the dark, therefore you don’t know what to expect. I, of the many, have always wanted to see the night life, and for once my wish came true. I, also, am considerate of the many who share the same feelings regarding the situation. With that, I’m going to record and publish my nightly findings for all to see and relish in, hopefully to a fraction of my enjoyment.

My identity, however, will remain a secret until I deem it necessary to know. Of course, I will throw in some hints in here and there, and with that, hopefully you’ll be able to guess who I am. I am not obscure with my name because I’m a wanted criminal by some drugs lords or whatever, but just to add a little entertainment, and questionability to your reading. Why? Mainly to get you to think, from what I always here, ponies are stupid and there is a lack of thinking within them. Whether you fall into the category, I don’t know, but it is up to you to figure that out.

There will be times of where you want to shot yourself in the head, but I assure you that feeling is only temporary and will probably go away within a few hours, again, time is relative. I’ll try and put in some other devices to keep you entertained whilst reading this, but I’m not assuring you they’ll work. So whether you find it fun is up to you, and whomever else that reads this story.

So until we meet again, this has been the author of this story, and I’ll talk to me later.

P.S. Not everything is as it seems, so be very, very, VERY careful when reading this. That is your one, and only warning. So who wrote this introductory, me, or me?