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  1. Wolfeus Silverpaw
    I recently encountered a blog on here that got me rather disheartened. It was a rant of sorts about the pointlessness of "waifuism" and the individual's frustration with bronies claiming to love the mane six and how unrealistic they think it is.
    I'm creating this entry to counteract that one, I suppose. I think it's perfectly okay to crush on a fictional character, and now I shall tell you why.
    Take me, for example. I'm in love with Twilight Sparkle, and I think we would get along wonderfully were we to exist in the same universe. Yes, I realize she's a fictional character, and yes, I realize she will not be real during my lifetime. As long as I realize this, what problem is there with me crushing on her? I can still live my life normally, and who knows, maybe ask a girl of this world to marry me someday. And while I will get to know that girl much better than Twilight, and perhaps fall in love with her ten times more, Twilight Sparkle will always have a special place in my heart.
    If she were real, there is an extremely slim chance that she would choose to be with me out of all the other Twilight fans in the world. This is what that other blog pointed out, and to this I say, is it really necessary to set flame to others' fantasies? Dreaming about being with her makes me happy. What's it to anyone else if I love her? I don't understand. If we wished to be realistic, why would we be on a forum about talking, pastel-colored ponies? There is absolutely no need to ruin the wishes and hopes of another because one wishes to "set things straight" or to "keep things realistic".
     
    Long live the fantasies of this world! To those who are also in love with a fictional character, be it MLP, or some other fandom, I say, don't ever give up hope! Keep on dreaming, and don't let people dash your dreams. Let your dreams and yourselves flourish, and live!
  2. Wolfeus Silverpaw
    The lonely routine that was my life became unbearable. So unbearable, in fact, that I decided I had no choice but to run away. I suppose I'm typing this to vent a little; share my story with the world (for those who choose to read it, that is).
     
    I packed my things, and when my family wasn't looking, I escaped out our sliding glass back door and headed off into the night, holding my Twilight plushie close. I wore a jacket and a backpack filled with a few things I'd need if all went according to plan. I didn't have a plan B. That is to say, if plan A failed, I considered my only other option as running until the police found me. Not a good plan, but I didn't know what else to do. If you're concerned by this point, don't be. Plan A was successful.
     
    Plan A was finding a friend's house and asking if I could stay for a while. I'd thought about frantically rambling about how I couldn't go back; how no one could make me and I would just continue to run if the answer was no. But then I decided that would get me a call to the men in white coats (or something similar) and they would just think I was crazy. So I retained my sanity as I trekked into the night, amongst sidewalks and traffic.
     
    I got lost. If you're going to take a shortcut, make certain beforehand that it is actually a shortcut. Sometimes it's just better to backtrack. I eventually found it, though (to my great relief). When my friend's brother opened the door, he acted normally, as if he'd greeted anyone else. Even though it was like 10:00 at night.
     
    Long story short, my friend's mom was kind enough to feed me and let me stay for a while. I'm back now.
  3. Wolfeus Silverpaw
    As some of you may already know, I'm an actor. A performer. And I'm currently in the middle of my highschool's play, The Wizard of Oz. In the moment, being onstage and in character, it's really fun. Backstage, however, is a tragically darker tale. Not dramatically so, but enough to seriously discourage me from ever trying out for anything ever again. Our cast is great-- but they all have their flaws, and when they only show you their not-so-lovable side, it's not a fun experience. Often times I'm trying to do what my director told us to do with stress: "Let it slide like water off a duck's back" It works, and I imagine being an actual duck under a waterfall, small and feathery with a setting sun in the distance, turning the sky to a violet-fade-to-magenta hue that shines on fresh green grass fields that stretch on for miles, and I just cuddle with Twilight until I open my eyes and realize I have to go onstage.
     
    Sooo, cast call is less than an hour away and still stressed from the previous performance. I'm not gonna die, but I'm not gonna love it either. I find it difficult to tolerate the cast members' behavior backstage, and changing costumes is something I'm not used to, so it's frantic and stressful, especially if something is missing. It's difficult to have foresight and remember which scenes come into play and when, and I have to hold up a tree for like, seven minutes. It's a heavy tree. I freakin' hate it. I want to burn it (it's already dead anyway, might as well).
     
    Soooooooooooooooo, yup. I dunno what else to type here, because I can't think straight from all the stress. Hopefully I see you in another entry sometime. I'm not always negative and depressing, I promise.
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