Thursday, September 27, 2012

Dear Diary,

Today I have finally gotten around to hiring workponies to fix that awful spare room. I have just finished my normal routine, gotten home from work, and am now about to head down to the park for a nice, quiet picnic. I have my E.S. 000, some tea, some crackers, and a grey blanket. Here I go.

Well, I am at the park now. The sky is blue, the clouds are white, the grass is green, and there is a pond just on the other side of this path. I shall begin preparing my picnic. But I have to choose where to place my blanket. I could put it off by the sidewalk, but that would be too close to the pathway, I think. No, that simply won't do. It would be much too reckless and exciting for me.

Hmm...

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...how about over there, by the pond? Oh, my goodness gracious, no. That would be most upsetting. My food and book could get wet. I shall definately not risk such an endeavour. In fact, why in Equestria am I out here at all? Having a picnic? My goodness. What was I thinking? I shall return home immediately.

Well, I am back home now, and it would appear that I have avoided a terrible disaster. Heaven knows what would have happened had I actually had a picnic at the park. My goodness. What an awful thought. What would my father think of me? I have become much to reckless for my own good, and I simply cannot afford such a horrible fate...

...Well, I do still have several hours left today. What shall I do?

I know. I don't need to do anything. Why am I worrying so much about actually doing things? Do this. Do that. It's preposterous. It is absolutely preposterous. Ponies everywhere liked me before, so why am I worried now? Why should I do anything to be different? That is ridiculous. One picnic, small as it is, would lead to another, and then another, and then another, until I am no longer what ponies like me for.

I should just sit down and read my manual. You know what? I think I will do just that. Then I will have tea and crackers, and then I shall go to bed. I shall not be doing anything reckless anytime soon, thank you very much.

Goodnight, Diary.

Sincerely,

John

The End.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Dear Diary,

Well, it has come to my attention that I have run out of pages to write in you. I confess, I saw this coming, but I did not expect it to be so soon. Today was perfectly normal, something I am thankful for. I would like to take a moment and look back at some of the entries I have written.

Goodness me, so much excitement in so little time. Ms. BlueMoon, the golf game, my house being demolished. Dear me. I can scarcely believe that so much happened to me all at once. I nearly lost my grip on reality on a few occasions, also. It would appear that, thankfully, I managed to avoid becoming an exciting mess.

I know that this is sudden. My apologies for that.

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...I suppose that, since this is my final entry, I would like to leave off with something significant. I must put something important down, you see - something I can look back on and remember. A wise pony once said "Who, by worrying, can add a single day to their life?"

I do enjoy that quote. You see, it does not matter if you have a marefriend or stallionfriend, or how pretty you look. It does not matter whether you've done anything exciting. Adventures are nice and well for some, but for most ponies that is anything but helpful. I can live the rest of my life without fame or adventure. I can enjoy myself without the need for drama and love-life tension. I love my friends. I love my family. I love this town. There is no need for any other kind of love for me.

As for adventure - why do so many ponies forget? They forget what real adventures are. The reason I tend to avoid many exciting things is because life on its own is exciting enough without all sorts of messes. Most ponies, I have noticed, go on adventures in hopes of doing exciting things with their lives. They hope to change things up. They hope to escape life's constant grabbing and nagging just for a moment.

What they do not understand, and what I have come to learn in life, is that the only way to remove problems is to turn to face them, not flee from them. To the young filly whose parents are too restrictive - has she even talked to them without yelling? Has she tried to see things from their side? Or has she only cared about herself and what she wants to do to impress her friends?

To the ponies who fret and worry about getting a special somepony - what is the need? Does everypony need a somepony? Or do only some ponies need a somepony? In my opinion, everypony needs somepony, but that somepony does not have to be a special somepony (goodness, how confusing. I must stop this nonsense or I will upset myself again), as long as they just have somepony. As for me? I have my friends. I do not need a significant other to make me peaceful.

I guess that what I am trying to write is that life is only out-of-control if you allow it to be. All it takes is a new look at things. For sure, some ponies cannot help how their life is. Some ponies lives will be stress filled no matter what, but it is not the situation that matters, in the end - it is the heart behind the situation.

I did not mean to take up so much time, but those words had to be said. It will help remind me of what I have learned. It will help remind me of who I really am.

I am John, and I am happy with life as it is.

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Well, this is it, I suppose. Goodbye, Diary.

Sincerely,

John, the least interesting stallion in Equestria.