A Word on Women

So there's this girl.

People look at her and think "Wow. She's pretty and funny and knows what she's doing. Why can't all girls be like that?" And it's true. This girl is spectacular at being alive. She has a gay best friend that will sit in class and play with her hair, a mile-long line of boys just waiting to catch a whiff of her overpriced shampoo, and a dynamic, travels-in-a-pack, always-has-the-upper-hand group of upperclassmen friends.
Her name is Kat and she is the second most intolerable cunt that I know.
(The first, you can read about in my last post)

And then there's me.

I contribute very little to this world aside from complicated humor and my being place holder on the complete opposite side of the spectrum from the above mentioned. There is a mysterious force in the world that sets Kat and I apart. It's odd, really. Being in a class with her is like a constant reminder of the fact that those whom I don't know personally place me as inferior to her. And for what reason? I'm odd, she's easy. People feel the need to stay on Kat's good side, and to stay clear of me because of my... habit of derping.
And I don't mean just derping, like the way everyone does every once in a while... I mean really... I seem to catch the blunt end of every unfortunate mishap to befall the area. It's always me that misses the "Wet Floor" sign, or is standing too close to someone when they decide to emphasize a story by throwing back their hands, or is leaning beside a door that someone decides to violently throw open...
It's as though there's an invisible audience, and I am the comic relief to some sort of a serious story taking place.

But that's all beside the point. Aside from the lack of dignity and occasional bruises, I never have too much of an issue with being some divine entity's court jester...

And that is my unfortunate flaw. A first impression of me always seems to be the girl who walked into the room and tripped over a breadcrumb.
Nevertheless. Nevertheless.
At times it weighs upon the soul to see this other girl, who honestly is not all that different than me in areas of  beliefs and standards, being a prized centerpiece of the high school scene, while I am a cracked piece of foundation that one will stand in front of to avoid its effecting the scene taking place. Which is almost comical in a way... We're almost exactly alike, yet she can't stand me, and I can't stand her. It finely illustrates the human error of being unwilling to accept anything that mirrors us: whether it is we simply dislike ourselves and push away the things that seem to loudly display that person that we are, or, perhaps, we are so defensive of our identity that any creature who threatens our individuality is immediately a threat and must be disposed of before all that we find original about ourselves becomes something we must share.

In simpler words, Rarity has used her charm to convince Ponyville to view Derpy as a burden, simply because Derpy is every bit as vibrant and self-aware as Rarity is herself.

I don't know. Just a thought.
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