Green Isn't Your Color
Episode 20 – Green Isn't Your Color
Slowly opening my eyes to the sun's warmth, I looked around with just my eyes. After a moment, I sat up and yawned lightly. I wonder if Fluttershy is still at the spa with Rarity… I moved my legs towards the side of the bed and stepped off. I walked down the stairs and looked out the kitchen window. I continued observing the outside until I saw something from a distance. Near the spa building, I could see…Fluttershy…she was sitting outside alone for some reason… I quickly walked out the front door and began heading towards her.
"Hey, Fluttershy." I greeted as I walked towards her.
She moved her head from looking at the ground to me. She formed a smiled on her face and greeted back. "Hi, Alex!"
I took a seat next to her. "What are you doing here all by yourself? Aren't you supposed to be at the spa with Rarity?"
"Oh, I was. We just finished, but she said that she felt a pimple coming on, so she went back in there."
"That's Rarity…"
There was a short moment of silence until Fluttershy spoke to me. "Hey, Alex?" She called, looking towards me.
"Hm?" I replied, returning a look.
"There's something I was wondering you could do for me…"
"What is it?"
"Well…you see… Rarity met this famous fashion photographer and she wants me to model clothes for her and… I was wondering if you could be there with me…"
"Of course, Fluttershy. I understand… but… why did you agree to be Rarity's model?"
"She was practically begging me to go… I didn't want to let her down."
"But you're shy...wouldn't you really be uncomfortable with that kind of stuff?"
"Well…" She looked away with her eyes. "As long you're there… I think I'll be okay…besides…it's just a few photos… it can't be that bad…right?"
I didn't get to reply as Rarity burst out of the spa exclaiming, "I'm back!" She walked over to us, freshly cleansed, and noticed me. "Oh, hello, Alex. You should have been here earlier. Perhaps you could have joined us?"
"Maybe…" was all I could respond with.
Rarity looked over to Fluttershy. "Come now, Fluttershy. We must get you ready for Photo Finish!"
Fluttershy could only look at me worriedly as she was dragged by Rarity towards her shop. I began following them, making sure that I would be there for Fluttershy.
As soon as I entered the shop, Rarity was already dressing Fluttershy behind some blinds and pulled her out when she was ready. Fluttershy was wearing…some kind of outfit that had a dark pink headdress along with a dress that was speckled with so many different colored dots and with dark pink furry trim at the hem.
"Hm..." Rarity paced around Fluttershy, observing her. "She's going to want to see attitude and pizzazz."
"A-a-attitude and, um... pizzazz." Fluttershy tried to act confident, but she was left was a worried tone.
"More light!" Rarity ordered. "It has to catch the sequins just so or the whole outfit is just a disaster." Twilight used her magic to increase the amount of light. "Oh, and the headdress needs more feathers. Pinkie Pie! More feathers!" Pinkie Pie hopped joyfully over to her, bringing a basket of feathers. Rarity grabbed about five and moved them over to the headdress, causing Fluttershy to flinch a little. Rarity gasped. "And sequins! More sequins!" Spike walked over to her in a dazed look, bringing back the sequins Rarity ordered. Rarity grabbed them as well, throwing them on Fluttershy and making her whine a little as she flinched. "And more ribbon!" Spike placed a couple of bows on Fluttershy. "Oh no! Less ribbon." Spike removed them. "No! More ribbon." Spike reattached them, which led to Fluttershy giving him an annoyed look. "Oh, this hem is completely off." Rarity continued, observing the dress. "PINCUSHION!" Spike rushed back, having a couple of regular pins on his back, along with a couple shaped as hearts. She pulled a few out and scooted Spike away. As Spike backed away slowly, Rarity placed the pins on Fluttershy's dress. "Thank you all for helping me. I'm sorry to be so short with you, but I'm... I'm just so nervous."
"Oh," Twilight expressed, creating a painful expression towards Spike. "Doesn't that hurt?"
"Thick scales. Can't feel a thing." Spike explained. "And even if I could, there is no pain that would keep me from assisting the most beautiful creature in the world. I'm gonna tell you two a secret since Alex already knows." Spike turned to us and spoke softly. "But you have to promise not to tell anyone."
"I promise." Twilight responded.
"Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!" Pinkie added, actually poking her eye.
Spike motioned for them to come closer. They did. He motioned more. They followed. He grabbed their faces and whispered to them. "I have a crush on Rarity!"
His answered gave Twilight a very disappointed face while Pinkie Pie was left shocked. She gasped. "We won't say a word!"
"Give me a break." Twilight replied out loud. "Everypony already knows how you..."
"Twilight!" Pinkie Pie interrupted her. "You promised Spike you wouldn't say anything. He trusts you. And losing a friend's trust is the fastest way to lose a friend forever!" Spike looked at Twilight with his pleading eyes, clearly presenting a message for her to not tell any pony.
"But..."
"FOREVER!"
"My lips are sealed." Twilight surrendered. "Though I'm pretty sure Rarity is gonna pick up on your feelings."
Spike looked down to see the T-shirt he was wearing, which contained Rarity in a big heart right on the middle.
The doorbell suddenly sounded, causing us to turn back. Three ponies were revealed.
"I, Photo Finish... have awwived." The pony in the middle spoke.
"Let me just say, what an honor!" Rarity responded as she walked over to Photo Finish, who turned her attention to Fluttershy instead.
"We begin..." Another pony placed a suitcase in front of her, which she immediately kicked open to set up a camera. "NOW!"
Rarity whispered something to a worried Fluttershy and rushed back toward us. Photo Finish snapped pictures of Fluttershy as she stood there, flinching at each flash of the camera.
"Yes! Show Photo Finish something." Photo Finish encouraged as she continued to snap pictures. Fluttershy began a pose Rarity must have instructed her to do, but Photo Finish disagreed. "No!" Fluttershy immediately lowered herself and held her head low as she let out another whine. "Yeees." Photo Finish took another picture. Rarity instructed another pose behind Photo Finish, which Fluttershy followed. "No!" Fluttershy, shocked, stared at floor in a sad expression. "Yeees." Rarity presented another strong pose, which Fluttershy yet again followed. "No!" Fluttershy laid herself on the platform in another depressing pose. "Yeees." Photo Finish took two more pictures until she finally yelled out, "ENOUGH!"
The camera returned back to its suitcase form and a pony came by to pick it up. As Photo Finish began walking out the shop, Twilight commented. "She hardly took any pictures."
"I'm so sorry. I tried my best." Fluttershy told Rarity, who was removing her headdress.
"Well, the headdress is too big for you and cape had too much sparkle. I can't believe I ever thought I could impress her." Rarity responded.
Photo Finish suddenly returned and made an announcement. "It seems that I, Photo Finish, have found a next fashion star here in Ponyville."
"Really?" Rarity asked, her eyes suddenly glowing with hope.
"Yes. Really. And I, Photo Finish, am going to help her to shine all over Eqvestria." Rarity released a grin. "In an hour, a photo shoot in ze park." There was an awkward pause. "I go!" She ran out the door.
"Did you hear that? I am going to 'shine all over Equestria'." Rarity announced to us.
"Oh, Rarity. I was so worried I'd ruined everything." Fluttershy responded.
"Oh, never. I knew you'd be perfect." Rarity suddenly began giggling, which soon formed into a very excited laughter as she bounced up and down on Spike's tail, inflicting pain on him as he just stood there, staring at Rarity. Twilight noticed this and dragged him out of the way with a bored expression on her face. When Rarity finished her excitement, she looked over to Fluttershy. "Come on, Fluttershy! We have to get ready for another photo shoot!" Rarity rushed outside.
Before Fluttershy and I started following Rarity, we looked over to Twilight and Pinkie Pie. "Are you girls coming?" I asked.
"No thanks, Pinkie Pie, Spike, and I are going to get something to eat." Twilight responded.
"Oh, alright. I'll see you ponies later, I guess." Fluttershy and I continued walking behind Rarity.
When we arrived in the park, Rarity had already set up some dressing blinds and was retrieving the outfits she had for Fluttershy to wear. Rarity moved the outfits behind the blinds and brought Fluttershy as well.
As I stood outside near the blinds, I could hear Rarity dress Fluttershy in various outfits as she offered her opinion on each one. "No, no, no, yes!" She closed the blinds and revealed Fluttershy in a gem-studded outfit. "That is definitely the one. Photo Finish is going to love it. Everypony is going to love it!"
"Oh, I am so excited for you." Fluttershy responded, softly. "Just don't forget us little ponies when you become the most famous designer in all of Equestria."
"Never." Rarity assured.
"Put me down here." A voice commanded near us. We looked to see it was Photo Finish. The ponies carrying her placed her down and she jumped off the platform she was sitting on. She observed Fluttershy's outfit for a moment. "Oh, nonononononono. The model should be in something simple! Something inspired by... the nature!"
"That's just what I was thinking." Rarity responded and rushed over to her cart to look for something else. After, she kicked the cart away, nervously. "Um... give me a moment and I'll, uh, put a little something together."
"Yes... that will not be necessary." Photo Finish replied.
"But... but... how are you going to help me 'shine across Equestria' if I don't design something new for these pictures?"
"I am not going to help you shine across Equestria. I am going to help her shine." She pointed her hoof at Fluttershy, surprising every one of us. A couple of the ponies that assisted her starting pushing Fluttershy off to somewhere else in the park. "She is my star." She looked at Rarity. "You! Go!"
"Fluttershy…" I spoke softly. "…a model…?" I instantly began feeling the illness of depression fall on me as I watched Fluttershy be dragged over to Photo Finish's position so she could be dressed in something new. Beside me, Rarity was shocked and couldn't believe at the fact that Photo Finish was never actually talking about her the entire time.
Rarity and I sadly walked over to Fluttershy who was now dressed in a nature-inspiring dress. Rarity had grabbed the outfit she had place on Fluttershy, which was thrown on the floor, and placed it back on her cart full of other dresses while holding her head low.
"Fluttershy…" I called her with a low voice. "Do you really want to be a model…?"
She shook her head and replied. "I can't."
Rarity immediately heard this and added in on the conversation. "Oh, but you must, Fluttershy. Photo Finish wants to make you a star. This is the opportunity of a lifetime. I know we were all hoping it would be my lifetime, but nonetheless you can't throw away this chance. You must do this for me. You must. You must! YOU MUST!"
I tried to intervene. "But—
Suddenly, Photo Finish's voice erupted. "Floottershy! It is time to make... the magics!" Fluttershy looked over at us. Rarity gave her a wide and accepting grin, but I couldn't help but turn my head away, sadly. Fluttershy turned around and began walking towards Photo Finish. "Oh, wunderbar! You are like a delicate flower. So much more alluring without all those sparkles und feathers." She commented as she walked with Fluttershy.
Rarity sighed sadly as she walked away from the scene. I felt like leaving too… but I couldn't leave Fluttershy behind, so I stayed with her. Photo Finish continued to take photos of Fluttershy's innocent appearance as that somehow… intrigued her…
"Oh, my Floottershy! I neet to show you to everypony immediately!" Photo Finish announced after she was done taking the pictures. "Come now! We have much work to do! We go!" Photo Finish began leading Fluttershy to someplace else. She looked back towards me while giving off another worried expression on her face. Her eyes told me that she needed me to be with her… and I definitely couldn't leave her like that. I began walking behind them, following wherever they walked to.
They arrived at some building where Photo Finish was going to host a fashion show for Fluttershy. Photo Finish, and the other workers and assistants, didn't seem to notice that I was there… which was actually a good thing for me at this point because I didn't want to leave Fluttershy all by herself. Fluttershy was being prepared in the dressing room. They pulled a side of her mane up and left the other side alone while giving her different styled bangs. They dressed her in something, of course, green and nature-presenting. One of the dressers tugged at her dress. Another came by and sprayed her mane. Yet another began placing blush on Fluttershy's cheeks, revealing a pink oval on each cheek that matched the color of her mane.
Photo Finish observed this and commented."Too much blush." The pony wiped Fluttershy's face. "Not enuf." The pony placed it on again. "Too much." She removed it. "Not enuf." For the third and last time, she placed the blush. "Perfiect."
Fluttershy began making the sound when somepony is about to sneeze. At first, it started off as if it was going to be very loud, but at the end, she released a very soft and gentle sneeze.
"Oh, yes! Even her schneezes are gressful." Photo Finish expressed. "NOW GO!" She began walking with Fluttershy towards the curtains as I trailed behind. "How do you feel? Excited? Overjoyed? Frilled beyond your wildest dreams?"
"N... nervous."
"Nervous? Dun be ridiculous. You're only facing a large crowd of ponies, who will be watching your every move and silently judging you." Photo Finish turned around to work on something else.
"Fluttershy…" I walked over to her.
"Alex…" She replied softly. "I'm scared…"
"You know, you don't have to do this…"
"I must… I can't let Rarity down…"
I looked at her, very gloomily. When I felt these entire sad emotions race in my heart, I hugged her. It was the kind of hug that is given when some pony you care about is leaving to somewhere far away… Fluttershy looked at me, as if she wanted to express something more. "Alex…"
Suddenly, music began playing and Photo Finish rushed over to Fluttershy. "Your cue! Now go!" She pushed Fluttershy away from me and onto the catwalk. She realized that she was in front of many ponies and looked around. She seemed as if she didn't know what to do. She began walking to the middle of the catwalk, trying to keep herself calm. When she reached the end, she looked at the ponies and released an innocent pose. After, the ponies watching seemed to be giving her positive reviews as they began cheering.
In no time, she was advertised on covers and many other things. Each little thing I saw seemed to make my feelings even worse, hurting my heart a little more each time. Applejack had even placed Fluttershy's image on her buckets of apples, which showed Fluttershy carrying nests of apples. I saw Rainbow Dash flying in the air, having a rope attached to her which depicted another image of Fluttershy advertising for some carrot juice. I noticed that in that image, she was smiling and looked very happy... but was she...? Really...? Or was it just another deception beyond looks and images?
When Fluttershy was finally free, I ran up to her when I saw her walking through town by herself…
"Fluttershy!" I called her as I raced towards her.
"Alex?" She asked when I reached up to her.
"Fluttershy…it feels like I haven't seen you in forever…well…besides on advertisements…"
"Me too Alex…I…I really miss you…"
Her response surprised me. I felt as if she had glued back the broken pieces of my heart.
"Fluttershy…" I responded. "There's… something I need to tell you…" I wanted to share my feelings… I wanted to share them in hopes that all this separation from her modeling will end.
"What is it, Alex…?"
"You see… I…I really…um…" I felt nervous, but I continued to try to bring out my feelings. "I really…li—
"It's Fluttershy!" One of the ponies exclaimed near us.
Everypony instantly began grouping together and chasing after Fluttershy. "Come on!" I grabbed Fluttershy's hoof and began our escape from the crowd. We could hear their cheers and excitement follow us along with their snapshots of the camera. We stopped nearby a house to see even more ponies with their cameras bombard Fluttershy with pictures. Fluttershy flinched at the sight of the flashes from the camera. I quickly took her somewhere else away from the crowd. Fortunately, I spotted Rarity's shop not far from us. I led Fluttershy towards the shop as fast as I could. I reached the door and immediately opened it, bringing Fluttershy in and slamming the door shut. I lay Fluttershy below the windows as I held the door shut. The crowds outside begged Fluttershy to show her face and take a picture.
"Wow. Look how popular you are." Rarity had spotted us, obviously, and spoke to Fluttershy. "I'm so excited for you. You must be having the best time ever."
The crowds outside finally died down or either left. I released my grip on the door and walked towards Rarity. "Best time ever? Ponies in town won't leave her alone!"
Rarity sighed. "That has always been my dream…"
I turned around and walked towards Fluttershy. "Fluttershy… do you really want to keep modeling?" I asked softly. Her eyes moved away as she thought. "Just tell her how you feel Fluttershy…" Fluttershy's eyes moved back towards me and she held her head down. She rose up from the floor and walked towards Rarity.
"Rarity… I… I think I—
"Flootershy!" The door barged open and in came Photo Finish. "I have been looking for you everywhere. We have the thing at the place."
Fluttershy looked over to Photo Finish and then to me. She hesitated for a moment and then turned towards Rarity. "I'll see you at the spa. Our usual time?"
"Of course!" Rarity replied. "I can't wait to hear all about the... 'thing' at the place."
Before Fluttershy started walking out the door, she looked at me and held her head down. "I'm sorry, Alex…" She said real softly. As Photo Finish pulled her away from the shop, I could only stare at her leave and lower my head in sadness…
Rarity groaned. "I'm the one who should be mobbed by strangers wherever I go."
I looked at her, but didn't say anything…
The door bell suddenly rang as two ponies rushed in.
"Welcome to Carousel Boutique!" Rarity greeted.
"Is she still here? We heard Fluttershy was here." One of the excitedly asked.
"Sorry. You just missed her." Rarity responded, annoyed, but then changed her attitude. "But you're still in luck. I'm having a huge sale of some of my best designs."
The two ponies looked at each other, and then back at Rarity. "And you are...?"
"Rarity, of course."
"Never heard of you." Afterwards, they left the shop.
Rarity cheeks grew red with anger as she steamed. Finally, she sighed and calmed down. "Well, at least I still have our spa time together!" She told herself. After, she noticed my silence and looked over to me. "Is something wrong, Alex?" I didn't answer. I just stared at the floor. "Come now, how about you join us at the spa? That always cheers me up!"
I looked at her, not moving my head, and sighed. "I guess…"
Rarity took me to the spa where she was to have the appointment with Fluttershy. The good thing about going to the spa was that I would be able to see Fluttershy again…
Rarity received a towel and wrapped it around her mane as she entered the huge tub of water inside one of the rooms. I just let myself descend into the water and moved over to the edge of the tub. My hooves fell lifelessly outside the edge of the tub as I stared at the ground beneath it. I remained silent throughout the whole time, only able to think about Fluttershy.
"Cheer up, Alex!" Rarity announced near me. "Fluttershy will be here at any moment, just sit back and relax!"
I glanced back at her with my eyes but then returned to staring at the floor.
A long while passed and Fluttershy had still not shown up… I heard hooves clatter near me, causing me to turn my head quickly until I noticed it was Twilight. I sadly turned my head back to stare gloomily at the floor.
"Hey!" Twilight greeted us.
I remained silent.
"Oh, hello Twilight. What brings you here?" Rarity asked.
"Just thought I could use some relaxing myself… what about you Rarity?"
"Fluttershy and I had an appointment…My hooves are getting positively pruney, I've been waiting here so long. Obviously Fluttershy's just too busy with her new career to spend time with her best friend."
"I'm sure she just got tied up…"
"Of course she did. She's a big bright shining star! I wish that star would burn out."
I was shocked by what Rarity said, but it made me just even more depressed…
"Rarity! Fluttershy is your friend."
"I know, I know. And I should be happy for her, but instead I'm just... jealous! Oh, please promise you won't tell her I feel this way. Please, please, pleasepleasePLEASE!" Rarity begged.
"You have my word. Losing a friend's trust is the fastest way to lose a friend."
"FOREVER!" Pinkie Pie suddenly appeared in the bowl of sponges nearby, shocking Twilight. She stared at Twilight as she slowly departed back into the bowl.
Rarity had climbed out of the tub and into a new dress.
"Wow! You look great!" Twilight exclaimed to Rarity.
"Fluttershy may be the one who's famous," Rarity explained. "…but that doesn't mean I have to stop looking fabulous." Rarity walked out of the door.
Twilight climbed into the tub and relaxed herself. She looked over to my sulking and asked about me. "So, what's going on with you, Alex?"
I remained silent for a moment as I continued staring at the floor. "Nothing…"
She noticed my tone. "What's the matter, Alex? What's gotten you so down?"
I sighed and looked back at her. "It's…it's Fluttershy…"
"Fluttershy? What do you mean?" She asked.
"She's… she's just been so busy with her modeling… it feels like we aren't friends anymore… it feels like I don't see her anymore… it feels like…" I sighed again, with a little more emotion slipping through my tongue.
"You miss her?" Twilight added.
I looked at her with almost teary eyes and then looked away for a moment, thinking. "Yes…I do…I…miss her…"
There was a pause. "Alex… can I ask you something?" Twilight asked.
"What is it…?" I responded.
"Do you…have special feelings towards Fluttershy…?"
My heart jumped. I turned around and let my hooves hang outside the edge of the tub again. "Yes…"
"Then why don't you tell her, Alex? I'm pretty sure, once she hears them from you, she'll stop modeling."
"I almost did… but we were interrupted by a crowd of ponies…"
"Oh… well tell her when she comes by!"
"What if she never gets to come…?" I questioned softly.
"Alex…?" Twilight asked.
I climbed out of the tub and began walking out the door. "I'll see you later Twilight…" I told her and left the spa.
I left towards my home. Once I entered, I walked upstairs and fell on top of my bed. I placed my face on my pillow and remained there. There was a long silence, but it didn't bother me… I was just too… depressed…
I didn't know how long it was when I woke up. I think I had just dozed off before and took a nap. I had heard a light knocking and wondered on who it could be. I walked downstairs, sluggishly. I opened the door and received a sudden surprise.
"Hey, Alex… can I come in…?"
"Fluttershy…?" I was breathless. I had never had anyone in my home before… I shook my head. "Um…yeah…" I opened the door and she walked in sadly. I walked her to the living room, which just contained a sofa, a coffee table, another table with some drawers, some empty photo frames, and a few other minor things, all which already came with the house. She took a seat on the sofa. "Sorry…" I apologized as I took a seat next to her. "I don't have anything to offer… I've never expected anyone to come for a visit…"
"It's okay Alex… I just wanted talk to you so bad…to see you…"
"See me?" I questioned, surprised.
"Yes… I was so late to the spa, that I found Twilight in there alone. She told me that you were there but you had just left a second before I made it… I had also missed my appointment with Rarity…" She placed her hooves on her eyes. "I feel like such a…jerk…"
"Fluttershy…"
"Alex, I don't like being a model. No, I hate being a model. All this attention is awful, just awful. It's made me just so busy to not even be able to see my friends… and separate myself from them…especially you…Alex…"
"Why don't you tell Rarity, Fluttershy?"
"I'm only doing it because Rarity told me I must. I must! I MUST!" Fluttershy sighed. "I must…"
"Fluttershy…" I responded. "Tell Rarity how you feel... She'll understand…"
"You really think I should?"
I nodded. "I'll go with you."
Fluttershy looked away to think for a moment and then turned back to see me. "Okay, Alex…"
Fluttershy and I walked outside of my home and headed towards Rarity's shop.
When we arrived, we opened the door to see Rarity notice us in shock. "Fluttershy? What are you doing here? I was just getting ready to see your performance at the fashion show!"
"Rarity…" Fluttershy began. "There's something I need to tell you…"
"What is it?" Rarity responded, walking over to us.
"I…" Fluttershy hesitated and looked over to me with worried eyes. I placed my hoof on her. She nodded and looked back to Rarity, who stood waiting to hear what Fluttershy had to say. "…I don't want to be a model anymore…"
"What? Why?" She asked in a very concerned tone.
"I just can't take the attention anymore… it's driving me away from being with my friends…"
"Oh, Fluttershy…why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I was afraid if I quit, you'd be mad at me for not wanting to... 'shine all over Equestria'."
"Oh! Fluttershy! Never! Ugh, I feel so terrible!"
"Why?" Fluttershy asked, shocked.
"Because…I wanted the ponies to turn on you…I'm sorry…I'm so sorry. I was jealous! I wanted all the attention. And instead it was going to you. I even started hoping that you would do something silly so your modeling career would be over. But then I did some thinking and I realized how horrible it was of me to be like that! Especially to a friend!"
"Oh, Rarity! Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought if I told you how jealous I was of your success, you'd think I was a terrible friend…"
"Never!"
"All this time!"
"If we just told each other the truth, we wouldn't have had to go through all this…"
"I promise never to keep my feelings in secret again."
"Me too."
"Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye." The both expressed in unison and laughed happily after.
"Flootershy!" The door suddenly barged open to reveal Photo Finish. "I've been looking everywhere for you! Come! We're going to be late for the photo shoot!"
"I'm sorry, Photo Finish, but I don't think I'll be able to make it." Fluttershy responded.
"Wat?" Photo Finish asked, shocked.
"I don't want to be a model anymore, Photo Finish, so I guess you'll have to find a new one to replace me."
"But… you… I…" Photo Finish stuttered as Rarity began leading her out of the shop.
Once Rarity had removed Photo Finish, she closed the door and walked over to Fluttershy. "We go!" They both exclaimed and clapped hooves together.
"Now that we've gotten all that out of the way…" Rarity began. "How about we have a real spa get together, what do you say ponies?" She asked both of us.
Fluttershy smiled and nodded.
"Yeah." I responded in confidence, suddenly being stripped of all that depression that hung around me earlier.
Fluttershy, Rarity, and I traveled to the spa, where we met with Twilight again. Twilight wondered what we were all doing here for the second time, but Rarity and Fluttershy told her the whole story. Afterwards, they shared a laugh about it, and we all began our relaxation with no distractions.
"Now this is a wonderful way to spend an afternoon." Fluttershy expressed delightfully as we relaxed in the tub.
"Isn't it, though?" Rarity announced from the steam room.
"Dear Princess Celestia," Twilight began her letter while soaking in another smaller tub. "Being a good friend means being able to keep a secret. But you should never be afraid to share your true feelings with a good friend. Did you get all that Spike?"
"I would love to…" Spike replied. "But... I'm a little busy at the moment." Spike was fanning Rarity with a fan that had the same logo as the T-shirt he was wearing at the very beginning.
Twilight sighed happily and rolled her eyes.
After we all had a relaxing day at the spa, everypony departed to their homes, leaving me to walk Fluttershy home…in peace… We walked through the dark, but gentle night sky and cool breeze. This time, we didn't end our day by the door; Fluttershy invited me inside her home and poured me a cup of her amazing tea.
"I hope I never have to go through that again…" Fluttershy spoke as she sat down near me on the couch in the living room.
"Yeah…" I replied as I took a sip of the tea. I remembered what Twilight told me… that I should tell my feelings to Fluttershy. I placed the cup of tea down and looked at Fluttershy. "Listen, Fluttershy…"
"Hm?" She returned a look to me.
"I…" I struggled with what words I should say… "When you were modeling…" I paused for a moment. "I…I… was really sad…"
"Oh, Alex…"
"I really was… I felt like…I don't know… empty… You were just so busy with your modeling… that… I just…" I paused again. "I just…I just missed you so much…"
"Alex." Fluttershy placed her hooves in front of her mouth and blushed.
"I mean…"I continued speaking. "You shouldn't be a model…You're really…beautiful… and nice… and so much more… but… you aren't the type of pony to model. I think it's great when you are only yourself…"
Fluttershy had suddenly embraced me. "Alex… that's so sweet of you to say…"
"It's true…" I responded, starting to feel myself blush as well.
"Thank you…"
"For what?"
"For accepting me for who I am…"
"You know I do, Fluttershy…"
We remained in a heartwarming hug for a while. As she held me, I felt a little... proud... that I was able to share some of my feelings for Fluttershy... though... they weren't all of them... But at least it was a great start. After, Fluttershy slowly pulled herself back and began looking at the floor. "Alex… there's something I've been wanting to ask you for a while…"
"What is it, Fluttershy?" I asked.
She began rubbing her hooves together and looked a little embarrassed. "Well… first of all… has any pony asked you to the Grand Galloping Gala yet?"
I looked away, sadly, to the ground and answered. "No… I told you that no pony will ever want to go with me…"
"Don't you remember?" Fluttershy asked me.
I quickly turned back to face her. "What do you mean?"
"I said that I was sure that there's some pony that does."
"Fluttershy…?" I questioned her, a little confused.
"Alex…" She began as she rubbed her hooves bashfully, looking straight at me while blushing. "…will you… go to the Grand Galloping Gala with me…? As a date?"
My heart suddenly dropped, but in a good way. I felt an intense pleasure in my heart and it was blooming throughout my entire body. "Yes…" The word slipped out almost instantly as I just gazed at Fluttershy, breathless.
"Oh, Alex, I'm so happy to hear you say that!" She hugged me again as I sat, stunned. After a while, she pulled back, a little embarrassed. "Sorry…"
"It's okay…" I looked out the window and noticed how late it was getting. "I guess I should be heading home now…" I stood up from the couch and looked at Fluttershy. "…but thanks for asking me Fluttershy… I… I really appreciate it…"
"It's my pleasure, Alex…" Fluttershy responded, still having a little of a blushed expression. "I can't wait for the Grand Galloping Gala…"
"Me either…but I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Yes…" Fluttershy stood up and planted a kiss on my cheek. "Goodnight Alex."
"Goodnight…Fluttershy…" I walked outside the home, feeling strange.
As I headed towards my house, I couldn't help but feel disoriented. I almost tripped and bumped myself into things. Why was I acting like this?
When I finally reached my door, I opened it and let myself in, closing it after me. I walked carefully up the stairs and to my bed. After, I fell on top of it and turned around to face the ceiling. My heart was pounding almost furiously now as I held my hooves on it.
Fluttershy actually asked me to the Grand Galloping Gala… she actually was the one who wanted to go with me all along? I can't believe it… I feel… I feel…
I dozed off.
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Oh hey look! Self insertion! Well look on the bright-side YOU MADE YOUR GODDAM SELF-INSERTION CANNON. CONGRATULATIONS. THAT IS SAD.
841362
I don't understand. What exactly are you trying to prove?
841396 I'm trying to prove that this is sad. And that you're sad for writing this.
841409
I'm sorry. What I find more sad is that you wasted more of your time trying to piss me off when I really don't care. If you don't like something, don't read it. Simple as that.
841418 And while you're right about that. That still doesn't excuse the fact that you:
A: Took a perfectly decent story in-it-of-itself of a group of happy-go-lucky ponies
B: Reproduced it nearly word-for-goddam word
C: Added a mary sue in boy form
D: Pasted this all together and thought "hey this makes for a good story!"
And while your grammar, sentence structure, and story telling are moderate in the least and CAN AND SHOULD BE good and worked on to be better
This is in all honesty: A BAD STORY CONCEPT. It's the elements of: Laughter, Honesty, Loyalty, Magic, Generosity, Kindness, AND DEPRESSION
This is like adding a tumor to an otherwise healthy person. And while it isn't a bad story. It's a bad concept. Which, to simplfy it: MAKES A BAD STORY.
So in words of someone less famous: "Polish a turd, it's still a turd"
My advise: Scrap it and use your talents for something better.
841451
*sigh* You see... you're one of those readers that are so uptight about the "rules of writing". You obviously don't read for the entertainment. Or you do, but you don't bother actually reading it. You're like a drunk person who keeps yelling and complaining about how he can't get inside a party because they're are bodyguards or a stern fence around the house. In order to get past that fence, you have to quit drinking so ignorantly and actually think outside the box for once. I have a feeling that you won't get my metaphor...but anyway... This story is not some "random self-insert". And... *chuckles a little* well... you obviously don't look within the words, only what's presented outside. That's actually one of the messages I'm bringing up with the story...but I know you won't bother looking for them. Just to let you know, I take this story very seriously and I feel very strongly about it. My advice would be as simple as "Don't judge a book by it's cover", literally. One last thing. I can greatly tell that you don't care why Alex is like that. You just don't like how he is and it's plain as that.
841494 Well, (and I'm sorry to tell you this) there are "rules of writing". Writing is about sorting through your cluttered conscious and searching for that beat that drives you forward and propels you to be who you are. The beat that drives you to commit to the decisions you commit to. And to be honest, I don't really care if I'm a drunk person, I'm just tired of seeing the same types of stories every single time. The carbon-copied sad protagonist with the carbon-copied mane six who all bend over backwards to help him for no apparent reason and the carbon copied affliction plaguing him (a.e tragedy)
And at some point in time, rules of writing come into play when the masses keep churning out one story after another with the same underlying premise.
But see, you did something different. You took the episodes, and word for word, wrote them down with the add-in of your character, Alex who has no correlation to your username WHATSOEVER. Which leaves you to write about your main character right? No! From what I draw, he's just a pale ghost in the works of an otherwise perfect story. So, while you've left yourself open to write about YOUR OWN PERSONAL CHARACTER without the need to fill in the roles of side-characters, antagonists, characters serving as plot devices and so on. But even then he's not much.
It's like writing a backstory who only appears in one episode whom nobody cares about and only works well in ONE. And you're right. I didn't read that far into this fiction because, in all honesty, I came into this fic with zero bias. None at all and I wanted to see if it was good or not. And it turns out, that in fact it's not because it's simply a re-write. And it was your job to make me look between the lines. It was your job to make me, as a reader, interested and invested in your fic. And while this is just going past the border, to some extent I'm disappointed because instead of taking a look back at your work to see what I was complaining about, you instantly resort to a comment to try and make me back off.
And never mess with a man who has too much free-time on his hands.
841567
Haha...Wow... Is all I can say... You've made so many contradictions right there. You prove my point exactly. I mean...based on what you're saying... you either just skimmed through whatever you read, you didn't read at all, or you really don't know how to read. I'm sitting here, reading through your reply and I'm just like... Are you serious? You're supplying so many contradictions that you're actually confusing me. For one, you present your first comment as a spoiled child, who seems to be too mad that he can't reach the bottle on the counter, especially calling me "sad" for writing this story. Yet, now you're presenting yourself as if you're some deep writer when you're just an arrogant, not to mention ignorant as well, maybe even naive, person who, as you said, "has too much free time". If you wanted me to respect your "pointed flaws" more, then you wouldn't have been such a fool to come out so aggressively and instead act as a mature adult. You only lose respect when you purposely flame a story instead of providing some flaws along with support, just as you lost mine. And I don't "look back at my work" for the same reason. Why should I waste my time, looking for these "certain" flaws that you "supposedly" found out, when you're not even providing support for it? Here's one thing. If you want people to take you seriously, stop presenting yourself as some child who purposely tries to piss people off and instead politely criticize. There is a difference between constructive criticism and full-out flaming. If you keep at what you're doing right now, people are just not going to care about you and your bad mouth, just like me.
841602
Well I was doing it half parts comedy half parts "get it through your head" because I'm not so sure you've noticed, but polite commenting? That's what people have been doing all along. Does it staunch the flow HiEs? No. Does it make the authors seriously think and read aloud their fics before submitting barely coherent walls of texts? No. And there's a reason. If someone's not chastise as they are rewarded, then they will only expect softened criticisms. They will not have any standard except the one they hold to themselves. And through my various interactions with, oh, you know, humans beings? That it helps someone if there are other goals other the ones they hold to themselves to guide them. It serves as a standard to help them. For one to rise above themselves, they must first have someone else to beat them down.
So I will rationally explain to you only one more time what my irk is.
You are a good author with a bad idea
841619
It certainly doesn't help with what your doing right now. And that's not what I meant by polite "commenting". I meant that if you have a flaw to point out, don't just flame someone and bring it unsupported. If you wanted me to actually listen to your "flaws" then you should have maturely brought it up and support it, such as textual support. Otherwise, I'm just going to take it as a random assumption. If you would have done that in the first place, then this situation could have been handled much simpler. I would have taken your "flaws" into consideration and possible even try to reason with you and explain something out if you misunderstood it. But it seems it's too late for that now, isn't it?
841648 Alright then, let's say that this doesn't have a flaw at all. Which it doesn't mind you. Let's say this is all well and dandy, a quaint little story.
Now here's my hypothetical question, what have you done to draw the reader in? What have you done with your writing that draws the reader and immerses them in your world of fiction that leaves them breathless and wanting for more? What have you done that makes your characters really pop out at the viewer? What draws the user to your characters? Is is their quirks? Their personality disorders? Is it what they don't say in a normal conversation that labels them a tad odd but still likable? Because in your story you have a single character that doesn't really do anything. He's a simple background character who happens to be in the exact right place at the exact right time. And you can't just tell me to "read between the lines" and expect me to comply when there's nothing to compel me to do so. Half the time the character doesn't even show up and it's just like reading the script to the show, and the other half the time he's just there for verbs, a.e he runs, he walks, he accompanies.
Wanna know what flaw of this story is?
It's boring. And that's why I said it's sad.
841684
*sigh* You know you're just answering your own questions right? But if I really need to answer them for you like a child, then so be it. I'll try to make it as simple as possible, which means I won't include the more in depth personal statements of why I did what I did (because you probably won't listen anyway).
Q: What have you done to draw the reader in?
A: I included an OC that seems to differ from any other usual pony in the show and present it in his own point of view, also offering possible different outcomes or relationships that might have changed due to his inclusion.
Q: What have you done with your writing that draws the reader and immerses them in your world of fiction that leaves them breathless and wanting for more?
A: I've began this story with a setting that is vague to readers about Alex. I do not merely state his past right there in the beginning, nor do I include why he is there in the first place. That is for the reader to find out on his/her own (by reading on).
Q: What have you done that makes your characters really pop out at the viewer?
A: Well the other characters are usually the same in the show of course. But what makes Alex pop out at the viewer? He's obviously depressed for a strong reason. He doesn't smile. He's usually quiet (also for a reason). And he definitely doesn't act like any other pony (again, for a reason). Look me in the eye and tell me that doesn't make him stand out.
Q: What draws the user to your characters? Is is their quirks? Their personality disorders? Is it what they don't say in a normal conversation that labels them a tad odd but still likable?
A: Well observe the personality of Alex. Don't you think some other people have possibly gone through what he has? (In his past I mean.) Several people can relate to him because they've gone through similar experiences as him as well. I mean really... all these things are quite obvious...
Is it just me? Or did it look like you copied all these questions from some literature site that's supposed to guide writers into making an attractive story? If you really think all this is boring... then I don't know what to say... Maybe you're more biased towards upbeat and "hand you all the answers" stories.
841819
Sorry. But when someone comes up and calls my story pitiful. I'm going to be offended and not take their advice seriously. He should really look up someone called Aristotle and maybe learn a thing or two from him. And okay. You two have different tastes in stories. And Alex doesn't "brood" and "moan". *sigh* I don't know why you two keep saying it's a "carbon-copy" or whatever, but I wrote this with heart. This is basically like the situation where people don't see why men watch MLP. You have to give it a chance. If you only read the first few lines then...it's not really going to do anything. If you actually read it and still don't like it? Then fine. But don't flame the story like an idiot like he did. In conclusion, I don't know how to implant the message I'm trying to send. The only way for you to receive it is to find out for yourself but... I don't even know what to say anymore.
841756 You know I'm having serious trouble processing your lemming like diligence.
Q: What have you done to draw the reader in
A: spolier alert; EVERYBODY HAS A DIFFERENT OC THAT ACTS DIFFERENT FROM PONIES IN THE SHOW. And I have a question, have you ever been truly depressed? Depression isn't about being all "no smiles and emo" Depression means that people are really good actors when it comes to social activities, that they go out of their way to appear the opposite of what they're feeling. What your character is, is simply grumpy.
Q: What have you done with your writing that draws the reader and immerses them in your world of fiction that leaves them breathless and wanting for more?
A: Please, you have written a word for word reproduction of the script of MLP. Leaving vague trails of your O.C doesn't interest or immerse the reader, they just pass him off like background character.
Q: What have you done that makes your characters really pop out at the viewer?
A: Let me look you in the eye and tell you he's a carbon-copy cut out of almost everybody who's ever become an OC
I know I missed a question, but almost EVERYONE can relate to a character no matter how idiotic/brainless/cocky/brash/evil. It is the nature of humanity to sway as easily as a tree does in a Category 6 or higher storm.
And hell, tell me this, would YOU like to read a story about some depressed ne'er-do-well in a story filled with happy endearing ponies? And you know, you're right, maybe I am copy-pasting this from a literature site. But the reason SAID literature site exists, is because countless people have fallen into the same pit time and time again. As for your "hands you all the answers" qualm, I answer you with this: have you ever heard of the breadcrumb theory?
Don't worry if you haven't. I just came up with the name for the nebulous feeling.
It's when you give up a vital piece of your OC for the readers to know. Just to make him a bit less mysterious and out of reach. Of course I don't know if you've done this because I got bored to death after the first six chapters.
P.S- this is fun.
841851
Are you kidding me? Are you being serious? Because I can almost not believe that you are actually telling me this. Sure, people use depression to get attention, but...wow... you obviously haven't been under depression and I have a feeling that you've possibly made fun of those who have. If you've never been under depression before then shut your mouth and quit acting like it's some kind of joke because it isn't. And about your carbon cut? Okay. Give me a list of OC's that are like him and give me specific reasons and details why this is so. I'm not going to even comment on the rest of your questions because this is all a game to you. Seriously, you're not going to listen. You're just going to feed off of the enjoyment you're receiving from this. You think you're such a great author? Authors take things seriously, not throw every piece of literary device and twist them around to make them sound like it's logical.
841877
Like I said, I would have more than likely listened if he would of handled it like a mature adult. Obviously, he wants to be a kid and "troll" me. Do you really want to take advice from someone who presents them as an arrogant child? I know I don't. I'm totally open to listen to suggestions and criticism, but not when someone rolls it up in a spit wad and throws it to you. He's treating all this like a game and joke, which is even draining his credibility even more. If he wants me to listen then he's obviously making everything worse. It may sound like I'm "full of pride" but I'm just standing up for what I believe in.
841883 You know, the easiest way to get out of depression is if you stop wallowing in your goddam grief. Depression is a hatred for everything, that includes a hatred. And don't you dare tell me about Depression. I have struggled with it 4 years running now and everyday's a challenge were I look at myself in the mirror and really wonder what the hell I've become. And don't you dare tell me what depression is and isn't. As per the list of depressed and un-interesting O.C's
The portal guy from LTD (I can't remember his name) he pops into Equestria with a dark history NOBODY knows about and is spent most of the time wallowing in his own self-pit and crying on the shoulders of Fluttershy as she bandages his sorry ass.
Nightshade-Flyte: LITERALLY COMES FROM FUCKING NOWHERE OVERPOWERED AS A MOTHERFUCKER WITH A SORRY ASS ATITUDE and crying about his dead mother and he is one whiny sorry son of a bitch.
The Human from My Little Dashie: A blank slate of sadness that would melt into the ever-growiing masses of the world's people un-content with their lives.
Cloudy Skies: A random ass O.C with (granted) some personality quirks who nicely ties into the whole plot as a whole yet at first glance is only a back-sided measly character.
These are all the characters I remember off the top of my head.
And another thing? I don't talk about this much, but for those all "suffering" from depression: I recently (about a month or so back) nearly OD'd on painkillers just to get away from the daily grind and pain of my life. It would have been so easy too if someone hadn't found me. And even though I can't remember their names, I thank them everyday. And I try to make light of my situation because comedy and laughter IS THE BEST MEDICINE for everything. Especially phycological afflictions.
841921
Okay... so you're telling me a method on how to remove depression...yet... you claim you're still living with it? That doesn't seem to make much sense. Now you make yourself look credible of knowing what depression is...but yet you continue to mock it. About your list. Sure, they've all been under some sort of depression, but I want to know how it specifically relates in every way to Alex. I'm not just talking about his depression. I mean everything. *sigh* You know what... I think I'm done talking. I'm about fed up with this and I'm tired of trying to at least show you my perception on this matter...but you're just blocking everything I say with your own words...
841924
Forget it. I'm tired of this already.
841451 Okay... Before I join the comment war, let me just say this, how old are you?
841451 Okay... Before I join the comment war, let me just say this, how old are you?841935 Same for you.
842067 Jesus, dude! That's awesome! Have you ever got hit in the knee with an aluminum baseball bat then hung by the ears by a tree?
842076 Okay... So... Go outside, and you see that black car outside? Just sitting there?
842058 oddly enough 15. And I say I've been depressed for a long time because I have, and I know that my adult life is going to consist of nothing but unfounded hate to the driving forces of our society. To the Dogma that so-plauges a country and reduces its youth to nothing more than slack-jawed trend-setters fawning over the latest star and or scandal.
I don't care what anyone says, the scariest thing is seeing the future that everyone before you has set up, and being sent (against your will) headfirst into said future.
And don't bother with the comment war, we're done.
I have an opinion and I'm disagreeing with all of you!!!
842088 Actually, you DO see a car... You're just too scared to approach it... Go outside and go to the car...
842088 Actually, you DO see a car... You're just too scared to approach it... Go outside and go to the car... 842086 Okay... So you're depressed... Have you ever slit your wrists before?
842100 Oddly enough yes, as a suicide attempt. That did not work out very well AT ALL.
842116 Well... The thing you did wrong, was to find the vein... You didn't hit it. Instead, you just randomly slashed. Okay. First of all, you have to go deeper than what you did... You made a quick slash. Not a deep one. Then you have to find the vein... Either that, or just slit your own throat, which you probably don't have the balls to do, considering that you just sit there on FIM all day insulting people with a REAL depression... So you probably never slit your wrist... You probably just used that card, and the depression card just so you'd more than likely win the comment war. But instead, you failed... Miserably. Think for one fucking second before you try to troll, kid... Also, grow a pair before you try to commit suicide. It works better... encrypted-tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ74_D6M0X-xWfCCK3UVHOBKfu6KLCf0hrGbnR5qaG1bjztI60iRA
842116 ALSO!!! Slitting your wrist is the worst way to commit suicide. Overdosing, or a bullet to the head works best... Good luck.
842146 Welp, for one thing, I don't dispute the fact that it's pathetic I've been on FIMF all day. But my ahem "trolling" was a little experiment of mine. To see what would happen if people were met with negative criticism instead of positive. One other thing, exactly how do you know what "depression" is? it's such a vague topic, but then again it comes and goes for me, some days are worse than others. And the good news is I've managed to push it back for a little while, the slandering works as a kind of anti-depressant. And I think I slit my wrists and put 'em in the tub some...two or three odd years ago. Either way, I see your point.
842174 Well, you aren't dead, so you did it wrong. Also, why would you "troll" in the first place? This guy doesn't deserve that... And how do you even know what depression is? You didn't even define it write. You just put intellectual words all in one paragraph and made yourself sound smart, but really, you're just an idiot. Depression is feeling sad, blue, unhappy, miserable, or down in the dumps. Most of us feel this way at one time or another for short periods. Not "Depression isn't about being all "no smiles and emo" Depression means that people are really good actors when it comes to social activities, that they go out of their way to appear the opposite of what they're feeling. What your character is, is simply grumpy." Wow... Really? You're an idiot... So anyways, go do everyone a favor and
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842209 Yeah um, how's about no? Unless you wanna join me of course. That'd be great. Oh, and I don't think you making an ass outta yourself is gonna help your case (though I think Alex likes this)
Oh, and the reason I can't define it properly is because I have something called Maniac Depression (A.E: Bi-polarism) Which means one day I'm all good, the others I'm a hateful mess of sullen despondency.
Oh, and everyone puts words together to sound smart, only a handful of those people are truly wise
Have a nice day!
842228 Pfft. I know people with a REAL depression, and they'll think that you're just crazy... You're an embarrassment to them... Using the "I'm depressed. I have something called Maniac Depression (A.E: Bi-polarism)" card... Really? Now you're calling yourself bi-polar? LOL! I'm going to laugh if your kids, if you ever have any, actually have these... I know you're lying... People with real depression won't advertise it to the world... To strangers. They'll either keep it a secret, or not even mention it, so yeah... You're an idiot... And knowing you, you'll more than likely drop another depression card, thinking that it'll work, when surely, it won't... Nobody cares and dropping that card won't work...
Also, I won't join you. You're exactly what your profile name calls you... "Mr. Ignorable." It's actually coincidental, considering that you're an ignorant fool.
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Anyways, like I said, I GUARANTEE you that you'll reply with some idiotic statement, so go ahead. Make your move.
I'm sure you're reply with something along the lines of, "I'm depressed... *Throws out excuse after excuse, then attempts to prove a point, but fails*" That's your exact format for replies...
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Ok i've read Alex's FIM "Remake" and frankly it doesn't feel like a remake. It feels like he just added a character just for the hell of it. Depressed pony? come on, He struck me as being out of place. Don't me wrong its interesting concept to have an outsiders POV. I suggest making him a scribe. He can follow the Mane 6 around (Either knowing or in secret) and records their adventures for future generations.
But why depressed? It doesn't make sense, its at odds with Mane 6's belief system. They're all about Harmony, believing in yourself, staying positive and learning from your mistakes.
Sorry, man but depress pony would have no place among them and he would know it too.
842228 Pfft. I know people with a REAL depression, and they'll think that you're just crazy... You're an embarrassment to them... Using the "I'm depressed. I have something called Maniac Depression (A.E: Bi-polarism)" card... Really? Now you're calling yourself bi-polar? LOL! I'm going to laugh if your kids, if you ever have any, actually have these... I know you're lying... People with real depression won't advertise it to the world... To strangers. They'll either keep it a secret, or not even mention it, so yeah... You're an idiot... And knowing you, you'll more than likely drop another depression card, thinking that it'll work, when surely, it won't... Nobody cares and dropping that card won't work...
Also, I won't join you. You're exactly what your profile name calls you... "Mr. Ignorable." It's actually coincidental, considering that you're an ignorant fool.
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Anyways, like I said, I GUARANTEE you that you'll reply with some idiotic statement, so go ahead. Make your move.
I'm sure you're reply with something along the lines of, "I'm depressed... *Throws out excuse after excuse, then attempts to prove a point, but fails*" That's your exact format for replies...
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842272 Well you're right, I will reply.
But different people cope in different ways. Also, one thing I forgot to mention (and I'm terribly sorry about this) is that my depression "cleared up" about two months ago. Well what I'm trying to say is it got better. And do you know how I managed to do that? Complete and utter honesty.
Oh, and internet arguments are fun don't you think?
842291 So... Here's what I see... You lie about a depression... Use it as an excuse, then once it wears out, you say that it's "cured." Okay then?
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You're so full of it...
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842305 Cleared up and cured are two different things wouldn't you say? But then again I did leave it vague and open ended. Well I was having sever mood swings (wether that be due to hormonal influxes or some outside philosophical quandary is up for debate) Through some re-evaluation of life I managed to pull my shit together and here I am. Preforming a phycological experiment. Which by the way, you are producing some very interesting feed back for.
842291 So... Here's what I see... You lie about a depression... Use it as an excuse, then once it wears out, you say that it's "cured." Okay then?
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You're so full of it...
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842282 It gets better. Trust me, dude.
842324 I still think you're full of shit... I mean, the only way to really get rid of depression is to give positive feedback to people. Not make rants about their stories. How would you feel if I went to your story and SKIMMED through it, then said... "Oh... It sucks... Yadadada depression." How would you feel?
Oh, i'm reading it.
842343 Hell, I'd take out all the self-written monologue bullshit and piece together your criticism. And depression in it of itself is the chemical blockage of serotonin so there's no REAL cure (except for anti-depressant pills that supplement the bodies already low quantities) so all I had to do was dredge up the really bad memories plaguing me and relieve them, and then try to find the silver-lining in it all.
All in all, it made for one long meditation period (as in a month of pure meditation, barely any food and water)
842359 Oh wow... And what do you believe in? God?
842362 No. I use his name rather in a sarcastic manner. But I do believe in a something after life. Maybe the soul rises into a coagulated mass from whence it came (Buddhism) or maybe it sinks back into the earth (my take on Taoism) Either way, I don't like to believe in the "every soul goes to the same place if their good or not" theory.
842373 ...I'm not going to bash on a religion... So I might as well stop right there...
842390 Why not? Religion is religion, its just another topic for us to work our minds into. 'Sides, I don't mind. Talk away.
842398 Well... Nah... I don't want to seem like that one guy who bashes on religion and uses God's name in vain... So I think we're done here.
Don't like the story? Don't follow it...
842410 In the end, it doesn't matter who likes you or not, as long as you do what YOU want to do. And I'm not following the story, I'm cheering for the author because I genuinely think he could produce a better story.
842413 I don't get- Nevermind... Anyways... I think we're done here.