Dear Blog,
The night is super fucking cold, but now I’m prepared! HUZZAH! I have faced the demons of the social realm! I made eye contact with a cashier and lived to tell the tale! My reward? A blanket, a bow, and crippling anxiety!
I can’t sleep. It’s not that the blanket isn’t warm enough (it is) I just have insomnia. Maybe I’m naturally a night pony. But sometimes I wish I was a morning pony. It’s a rare treat that I get to experience the beauty of early mornings, where everything is fresh and still quiet - and when I do, it’s because I stayed up all night. If I had my way, I’d just sleep through the afternoon so I could enjoy both the night and the morning. Alas, too many things happen in the afternoon to sleep through. Perhaps I could get a sparkly vampire pony to bite me so I don’t have to sleep…
Now’s as good a time as any to answer questions!
@askscarletrose said: Hey Lovely, saw your message about having trouble shopping for clothes for yourself. If you ever need help let me know. We share a similar coat color and I bet I can find for you lovely outfits. Take care and be fabulous!
Holy crap, you look like a hotter version of me! So now that’s two ponies offering to help me out with dresses. I’ll let you know when a special occasion rolls around. I’m not much for fashion or make-up other than a bit of mascara and a shirt, but I don’t mind dressing up once in a while.
@reversalmushroom said: What happened when Tirek came for your magic?
This is going to be a pretty disappointing answer: Nothing. He stomped on into Canterlot, sucked up everypony’s magic, and stomped off. It was terrifying at first - you know, giant monster grabbing you and sucking out all your magic only happens once a year - but it got pretty boring after a while. I mean, since we could barely move, there was no point in trying to worry too much. We just laid there on our bellies, waiting for Twilight and her friends to solve the problem. I think I found an old fortune cookie and a half eaten granola bar in my saddle bag, so that kept me from starving to death. Took a nap to pass the time. Woke up to find my magic returned and somepony poking me to see if I was dead.
@asknightariel said: So Lovely Laughter, what do you do in your spare time?
Besides worrying too much about what cashiers think of me?
Usually I’ll visit my pet guinea pig, Patty. She’s at a guinea pig farm just outside of Canterlot, and while Mrs. Greenfield pretty much cares for her completely, she’s technically mine. I sponsor all her vet bills and costs for boarding. Someday I’ll find a better home in Ponyville - on the ground, preferably - and I’ll officially adopt her and another still-to-be-determined guinea pig. (Guinea pigs are social creatures. They need at least one guinea pig friend for their mental health.) I’ve been thinking of getting a second part-time job during the evenings to pay for it. Instant cloud showers are great and all, but nothing beats a water heater.
@reversalmushroom also said: What does your cutie mark represent, and what is your passion?
My cutie mark is a heart with a sort of rainbow coming out. It represents empathy. I don’t know if you noticed when I was talking about the Barnyard Bargains cashier, but I can feel emotions. “Oh wow big deal Lovely you’re not a psychopath.” No, dumbass. I can feel other ponies’ emotions, not just my own. I can almost see them, like an aura, except I don’t actually SEE an aura. More like I imagine an aura. Except it’s not my imagination, it’s real. At least, I sure fucking hope it’s real considering I got my cutie mark in the thing.
It’s hard to explain, but let’s try. Look at that shelf next to you. Now look at me. Now back to the shelf. You see the shelf? Good. Now imagine the shelf is glowing uh… red! Imagine it really hard. Stare at that shelf until you see red (pun intended). You don’t actually see the color, but you almost see it. And that color is tied to an emotion. Red, for example, could mean anger, passion, stress, or pain, all depending on what shade of red it is. Here, I’ve made this color guide that might help.
“Why do you think of them in colors?” you might be typing into the ask box this very moment. Let me save you the trouble on this one. Basically, I’m actually feeling something palpable. No, not palatable, get a dictionary. I can actually physically feel them. Problem is, they’re emotions, so they’re invisible. And my brain goes, “What the heck was that? Is something there? IS THAT AN ANGRY GHOST COMING TO HAUNT ME?!” It can’t explain what’s happening. So when I feel them, they’re tied to something I can explain, which is a colorful aura. The visualization calms my brain down and lets me focus. So the colors on my cutie mark represent a sort of colorful aura coming from a heart (the core of feelings) in a similar way to how I see actual feelings flowing from a pony.
At least, that’s how I’ve interpreted it. Some ponies just assume I’m super gay.
As for my passion, it’s stand up comedy! I know, I know, I’m fucking hilarious. Reading these entries probably has you dying with laughter. (Sarcasm) I do open mic nights at the Ponyville Comedy Club, and I work there as a waitress on the evenings. Being an empath, I love making ponies happy, and it’s easier for me to read the crowd. I’m… still not good at the jokes, though. I hope to someday become a full-time comedian, but for now, I’m just making badly timed jokes for three minutes a week and practicing under my breath for the rest of the week.
Alright come on, guys. I know you all want to know, but don’t want to ask: Who is the mysterious “him” that I mentioned like three posts ago? I know, I know, you think I don’t want to talk about it. Which is true! I don’t! But I’m, uh, sensing that you want to ask anyways!
… Okay, I do want to talk about him. I want it so, so bad! That’s kind of why I started the blog, because I need your help to figure out what happened. And because maybe you can help me get him back.
In more ways than one.
~ Lovely Laughter