DADA

DADA
By plumander
January 15th

In some outward appearances to those who did not know her most intimately, of which there were few in the first place, due to her outward nature which is, to say, the summation of her entire existence in the first place, Pinkie Pie, who will be the focus and somewhat heroine of this particular tale, could seem, in a sense, and upon first judgement, which is flawed in the very idea of it, rather uncultured, due to her aforementioned personality, and the true random nature of her being, as it has always been, but even in these particular circumstances it can not be assumed, as such things usually go, that this judgement is in any way accurate or a reflection of Pinkie Pie that one might find in a mirror, particularly undisturbed pool of water, or any reflective surface, really, and strangely enough, from a young age, perhaps from the early age that one can first establish a sense of self, Pinkie had taken to these sort of reflective surfaces, but not in a manner, which should not be assumed either, of vanity, or anything similarly, yet still incorrectly, negative, but more as pure curiosity, as often is bestowed unto young ones, perhaps all of them, but eventually, this naive curiosity and wonder, as beautiful as it is, can grow tiresome, both to adults and foals alike, though different as they are, and it is eventually, excluding our heroine, stamped out through various institutions starting with the family home itself, of which Pinkie’s was particularly dreary, and in such a manner, other similar immature traits were also stamped out, or at least there was an attempt made by her parents to do so, and it worked to quite an effect with her sisters, yet Pinkie’s inner filly stayed resilient in a way undocumented before and even undocumented now, as some poetic metaphor would outline hurricanes and redwoods, though even that would not seem entirely accurate or even specific in the attempt to describe this situation, or perhaps state of being, that is trying to be conveyed in this very moment here, though it is a feeling that is nearly impossible to accurately portray as being anything but a gross exaggeration and altogether an assumption, such as the one usually immediately placed upon Pinkie Pie, which, as previously discussed us entirely, to be frank, awful and entirely inappropriate, which, coincidentally, is another label thrust upon Pinkie Pie, perhaps in a more negative context, though that is not something we shall discuss, for Pinkie herself is not one to discuss this matter, for her fatal flaw, really what could be identified as a hamartia for those who are particularly educated in that manner, was something that many of us have hidden deep within us, even unrealized and subconscious in the way that these fears always are or may be, which can be identified as a particular ineptitude in dealing with, in essence, criticism, which can be, and usually is, something everypony faces almost daily, particularly if you, although this is improbable, happen to be our heroine, Pinkie Pie, and, as previously discussed, your outward personality is one that can be easily criticized by its very nature, but that seems to be entirely well-represented within the realm of this, which can hardly be identified as a story, and yet it simply must, for it is chronicling, as you read this, the very trials and tribulations of Pinkie Pie, who we have become very accustomed to by, yet again, this piece, in a way, being very intimate, without her ever being in any way aware of its existence, though it is often assumed, yet again quite problematically, that she somehow has the magical ability, despite being an earth pony, to see beyond what a normal pony, or even an alicorn, could ever sense, in a manner that cannot quite be described in terms that creatures such as you and I are remotely used to, for it is past magic, and simultaneously not magic at all, or perhaps equal to what could be described as a sixth sense, as her infamous Pinkie Sense is, but it goes deeper than that level, though equally misunderstood by Twilight Sparkle, for if Pinkie were to invite the mare into this small, private world of hers, it would certainly baffle her, which is perhaps the reason Pinkie hasn’t shared this particular sense with her, but it cannot be disregarded that she hasn’t told anypony, for while having a very open outer personality, as with all ponies, Pinkie likes to keep her secrets, and realizes when keeping to oneself is inherently necessary to everyday function, simultaneously understands that it is expected of her, by her general loved ones, to share these same secrets, which, in an ordinary pony, which we already covered that Pinkie Pie is intrinsically not, would be an incredibly conflicting situation to be in, but Pinkie Pie is able to balance this conundrum, due to her aforementioned abilities in areas such as this, in such a way that nopony realizes the immense amount of effort and coordination that she must put out daily in order to keep her metaphorical scales perfectly balanced in a justice-like manner, though Pinkie Pie is not quite as blind as Lady Justice; quite the opposite in fact, for she has a certain sight which may or may not have been discussed at length throughout this entire story, which soon, I must admit, will come to a close, but not before reiterating the incredibly important point that is attempting to be made in this very story, which is that our heroine, the pink-hued mare known as Pinkie Pie, is mysterious and special in ways that may never be fully known or comprehended by ordinary ponies, or even those who consider themselves among the most intelligent and erudite of Equestria, for it can be, and has been, said that there are some things in life that are not to be explained in any manner.