Last night I dreamed of Ponies. I dreamed that what if the world was more accepting of Bronies an society celebrated them... strangely I didn't like it...
Also when I woke up I kept thinking of the real world and how much I still don't like it. I remember back when I first became a Brony I saw a beautiful side of the world and wished nothing more but Love and Tolerance for all, but lately that Brony high has died off and brought back the old me...
...and the old me is a miserable, hate filled person. Perhaps I haven't watched enough MLP or something, but I think I have just come to accept that I am just naturally a very hateful person!