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// Thoughts And Feelings (aka the author is lazy) 
// Story: Minuette and Me 
// by Memory 
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Minuette And Me
By TheMadPaperHatter

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Thoughts And Feelings (aka the author is lazy)

You know that feeling when you're just constantly thinking "oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!" over and over?

No?

You haven't lived, then. Ahaha! Just joking, but I'm serious, it's wonderfully amazingly awesome! It's like that feeling of anxiety, but turned upside down into a good feeling. But not motivation. Just... I don't know. I'll ask Bon Bon. She knows feelings pretty well.

I need to ask her about a lot of things actually. Eh, I guess it'll be a simple matter of seeing here; it's not like I can go five minutes without seeing her signature mane colour scheme and the odd cutie mark some mistake for ribbons. I mean, come on, they're not the best representation of sweeties but ribbons?! Far from it, you silly ponies.

I'm surprised someone hasn't strolled up to me and casually said "so you play the harp?".

Anywho, the whole meeting with this Minuette pony was awesome! Despite Bon Bon being there - but, secretly, I'm glad she was - it went well. If only I had the time to ask her in-depth questions on her opinions about music, the direction it is heading, who will have the most influence over the next generation, all of that. It's rare I can get Bon Bon to talk to me about the musical side to life, even if she enjoys listening to my performances throughout the day. Whether they be forceful and loud or quiet and soothing, Bon Bon will always be my one-pony audience. 

I do not want the high life in music, not anymore, which is why i'm here in Ponyville. Quiet, routine, and laid back. I'm just glad she stayed here despite my family and I moving away all those years ago. We were good friends throughout childhood, us two. That bond has stuck by us even through the many days, weeks, months, and years of separation.

I suppose you could relate friendships like that to magic; it never fades, it never drains, and even after permanent separation it lives on. 

All this philosophical thinking is making my head hurt. What time is it? 

I'm lying on the couch - which feels more like my couch as Bonnie never really uses it, instead opting for that silly old creaky chair in the corner, which by the way does not represent her! - and I really can't be bothered getting up. I was right, and I have a cold. People talk about coltflu, yeah? Well I have mareflu, a new and rare mutation of coltflu, the only difference being it affects mares! 

Hmm, maybe Bon Bon is home?

"Bon Bon?" I call out. No answer. If she was home, she wasn't playing the part of worried friend for me. 

"Hey, Bonnie, you there?"

...

I'll just sleep again. Sleep is good. Sleep is magic.

And I am not lazy!