
| ChickNeighney #572272 9 months ago |
I'm a Mayfair and it's killing my family. |
| StinkomanFan #572273 9 months ago |
Get bored, buy ponies, repeat |
| SpecialAnon #572279 9 months ago |
Lives? What are those? |
| Lance #572281 9 months ago |
no
fuck you |
| HeinousActsZX #572286 9 months ago |
Uh, I don't know if I should answer... |
| Anonymous #572293 9 months ago |
In West Philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days Chillin' out max and relaxin' all cool While shootin' some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys who were up to no good Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said, "You're moving with your Auntie and Uncle in Bel-Air!" I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said "FRESH" and it had dice in the mirror If anything I'd say that this cab was rare, but I thought nah forget it YO HO TO BEL-AIR I. Pulled. Up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo holmes, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air |
| DaisyHead #572297 9 months ago |
^win |
| rainbowdashie #572301 9 months ago |
I'm 29, I own a nice house, have a good girlfriend and work a good paying job. I have my pony figures proudly displayed on my desk, and my Brony shirt is hung on the wall for all to see. Season 2 is just getting warmed up and and we have unofficial confirmation of a third season.
Life's good. |
| Thatpony #572303 9 months ago |
293 you ninja! |
| achro #572306 9 months ago |
Wake, ponies, work, ponies, sleep. |
| HeinousActsZX #572310 9 months ago |
Ah, what the hell.
I'm 17, live in Connecticut, have red hair, glasses and a Red Sox hat with pony pins on it. I babysit in my spare time and swim for exercise. I was introduced to ponies through a YouTube Poop. |
| CasualWisdom #572317 9 months ago |
So there I was, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopowner and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really. But, sure enough, I got the M&Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show. |
| AdrianBrony #572333 9 months ago |
you mean currently or from the top? |
| RiggyRascal #572338 9 months ago |
I'm a student in High School. There, I have one good friend whom will always be there for me. Can't say I exactly have other friends due to shyness, but I'll try to branch out to most anyone. Eventually.
I like writing (amateur at best), pool, video games (mostly Nintendo), swimming, and of course, cartoons. Well. Nice topic, Anon. |
| Fantastic #572346 9 months ago |
My life primarily consists of hunting down the families of people that call Photo Finish; Pony Gaga, and doing homework.
In my off time, I read books on fashion and fashion history, 'cause my High School only offers: Introduction to Sewing. |
| TooOldForThisShow #572348 9 months ago |
First I was born, then I grew up, and now I'm here. |
| achro #572349 9 months ago |
I was introduced to ponies from a "Mods are asleep, post ponies" Rainbow Dash on fark.com. What am I looking at??? Searched for the phrase. Found KnowYourMeme. Found the article "the end of creator-driven content". Saw a couple parody vids on youtube. Said what the hay, decided to try watching episode 1 on youtube. HOOKED. |
| Anonymous #572358 9 months ago |
My legend begins in the twelfth century!
I want a red king crab. |
| Meltheshadowlover #572360 9 months ago |
artist who saw the design and thought her pointless fan art could include some pointless fan art of some ponies
they're fun to draw |
| dudemang #572365 9 months ago |
Truthfully?
Contemplating the consistent melancholy and loneliness my life has, as well as the nihilistic nature of the existence I've been conscripted into. Sometimes wondering about my eventual death. Sometimes futilely holding onto older notions and goals, like life being a blessing and the idea of making the world a better place, until reality sets back in. Curiously torn between not wanting anything to do with human beings and yet wanting someone to interact with, to make happy. Struggling to work up the motivation to try to perhaps be somebody, and yet wanting to still be recognized as nobody. I'm a very melancholic, misanthropic and possibly depressed person. Ponies do a pretty good job of distracting me from that. :/ |
| achro #572418 9 months ago |
Dudemang:
You're thinking a little bit too hard. If you don't feel better in another month, maybe have a glass of wine every few days? |
| 409 #572465 9 months ago |
I'm just your average idiot who got their soul stolen by ponies.
Oh, and I write stuff. |
| Anonymous #572495 9 months ago |
Hmmm...
...Nah. |
| marioandsonic #572507 9 months ago |
@ dudemang
...pretty much that. |
| Anonymous #572514 9 months ago |
I daresay I shan't forget the day that Antonio, Count of Tuscany came to call on our family estate near. I was but a maiden of fifteen at the time, head filled with fantasies of dashing young princes and faraway adventure. So the prospect of an enterprising and mysterious young nobleman coming to call. It was a scant few years after the colonies had rebelled; father had lost most of his fortune when the Philadelphia shipping business he controlled was burned to the ground by dreadful Yankee scoundrels. Father managed to escape but he was never the same again. He would often take his tea outside on the veranda, stirring it whilst staring blankly across the overgrown shrubbery with the look of a man who had long grown tired of life. Mother and Albert could do nothing to raise his sorry spirits.
I wrote to my good friend Emily Jacobson with the news of the mysterious visitor. How jealous, she seemed, that my family should be fortunate enough to host the visiting dignitary in between meetings in London! How she begged her father to let her come but the old brute wouldn't hear of it! He insisted on taking the family out of town to their estate in Scotland for some silly gentleman's foray into the countryside. The day came for the elegant ball and I had managed to affix an older gown of mine with lace borrowed (I daresay stolen!) from old handkerchiefs and tablecloths. Our nanny, Annabell Marie, managed to redo the buttons on the collar and between the two of us, we made the old thing look finer than the silks of India! So the day of the ball came. Our shabby wreck of an estate had been given the old once over and by the time the guests arrived, it looked finer than Winchester Estate I daresay. I remember the feeling as dear old Albert announced the arrival of His Excallancy, the Count of Tuscany. He opened the door, we got on the floor and I do say everybody walked the dinosaur |
| Anonymous #572526 9 months ago |
@dudemang
You just summed up my life in a nutshell. Now I'm sad. |
| Maya #572527 9 months ago |
Oh I asked the same in ponychan in my first days of being a brony because, you know, I wanted to know what kind of people was watching the show. The answer weren´t as funny as those above, but the range was from engineers, teachers, police officers, computer programmers, grad students, scientist, medics, lawyers and goverment employes; in resume, every kind of men and women you can imagine was hooked to this show.
Me? Just a not-so-fatty grad student in microbial ecology from Mexico. Meh |
| Gezora #572572 9 months ago |
Life? What life? You'll find no life here, good sir. This is the Internet. More to the point, this is an image forum, and no one who frequents an image forum can lay claim to having been outside in the past few days, let alone claim to be... social.
So no, bronies do not have lives. I do though, and I'm great, thanks. |
| Verbose #572578 9 months ago |
Me? A not-fatty-at-all black grad student in the social sciences from the Midwestern US. I was an multi-sport letterman in high school for football and wrestling, was school president, sang in choir, and was voted most likely to succeed in my senior year. Did social science research, martial arts, and several intramural sports in college. An observant friend of mine once described me as being part-prep, part-geek, and part-jock.
Came across ponies when I was bored and was looking for laughs on knowyourmeme. Pinkie Pie gifs: The Gateway Drug. Ponies did me a lot of good during a time of loneliness. |
| zralf #572604 9 months ago |
need sleep, sleep, SLEEP ! |
| Hellfire #572673 9 months ago |
I am a spy, working for the US government at a top secret secured facility. But thats not half as interesting as ponies... |
| SirPayne #572696 9 months ago |
I'm a sophomore college student that is studying graphic design and music performance/technology. I play many instruments, but the bass guitar is my favorite. I live in Alabama, and I am slowly but surely converting all of my friends into bronies. I am about average weight and height (6'1" and 180 lbs). Right now I am so tired, I really don't care what's going on, I just need to sleep... |
| Blizardpony #572702 9 months ago |
I'm 16, live in Indiana spend most of my time on the Internet or on the Internet. I'm a nerd and in the hallways at school, the people behind me love to feel up my afro. |
| NormandyCommand #572732 9 months ago |
I sell shoes, play video games, explore the interwebs, and masturbate. WHAT A LIFE I TELL YA |
| Anonymous #572772 9 months ago |
Meh. |
| Lockstep #572776 9 months ago |
I'm an Southwestern undergrad English major and karate nut. I would spend all day exercising if I could. Lookin' good, Lockstep, lookin' reeeal good!
I like being philosophical, but avoid philosophy classes; I love writing, but avoid workshops. I just put good words in the right order--no gimmicks or tricks, simple as that. Excellent grades, and professors love me. I'm an optimist and a closet introvert; I don't hate anyone or have enemies (as far as I know >_>). Eccentric, but faaar from being a hipster (honest! I don't own a single hat or scarf! I love meat! I've never heard of your favorite band!). I saw ponies on KYM and watched episode 1--it was my very first exposure. After a few weeks I had to flush my brain of ponies just so I could think straight. |
| ZeroJanitor #572812 9 months ago |
I compose and cover tunes in FamiTracker, and I also dabble in spriting. Mega Man and ponies are my life. |
| Anonymous #572813 9 months ago |
I'm a 19 year old male living in Jersey in the Channel Islands, I'm 6 feet 2 inches tall with brown hair and blue eyes.
I'm a tour guide at a local castle and I love my job. I studied Psychology in college and did very well (though I do say so myself). I have a German Shepherd dog and a snake as pets. My taste in music is varied, I like heavy metal reggae, classical to name a few genres. I especially Judas Priest, Iron Maiden, Saxon, Persuader and so on. I've been a Brony since January or February, I forget which. I really can't be bothered to type more. So there you have it... if you care. |
| WhiteLycan #572819 9 months ago |
Uh... I used to be a close minded person, scoffing at things that weren't within my interest. Pony was one of those things. Ever since I watched the show... embraced it's uncanny awesomeness, I've decided to steer my life around, tried to open my perspective more, tried to actually try. And that's where I'm at now. There you go. |
| Anonymous #572865 9 months ago |
I am the modern marvel the world has come to love
my name is unknown but my sex appeal legendary I'm a doctor by day that specializes in saving patients from themselves though by night I take the lives away from the people who don't deserve them I'm an artistic genius with paintings on museum walls while still being alive I've written songs, but haven't listened for I believe the emotion would be to much I've trained myself so much so as now I can punch a boulder in half I'm the most interesting man in the world I don't always watch cartoons for little girls, but when I do it's Friendship is Magic |
| ChickNeighney #572937 9 months ago |
Well, I might as well start from the very beginning. I didn't know my mother or father when I was born, and I never found out what happened to them. Instead, I was put up for "adoption." But instead of giving me to a family looking for a kid, they decided to give me to a little girl, barely old enough to be in school. She's kind of like my mom, now, but I think of her more like a sister. They gave me to her for something like a test, I guess. Seeing what would happen if she raised me from that age. I used to get angry over it (throw fits, break stuff, I used to even burn things), but now I don't much care. Can't do anything about it now, so what's the point?
But anyway, she took care of me until I got to the age where I could, y'know, function on my own. She was a very smart girl, going to a private school for gifted children and all. When she came home every day, she'd tell me about her day and teach me what she learned and all that, kind of like home schooling me. She even did it when I wasn't even old enough to think. When I did reach that age where I could actually learn and talk back, she took it a bit more seriously, teaching me the more complex stuff. Over time, she graduated the top of her class, and even after that, she continued to study. All of this time, she was teaching me at the same time, but I never really payed attention after I learned basic essentials. I'm not much of a thinker. I'd usually just help her around the house wherever I was needed. When she went away on her job or more studying with some high up someone-or-other, I'd stay home and clean up the house. I didn't much go out, but I went out enough to get to know some people. It felt good to get out of the house every once in a while. I talked to people, learned names, birthdays, personalities, all that good people stuff. My sister, though, she didn't much get out. Liked to study more than be with people. I never really got that. Well, that brings us to the present. One day, she starts babbling about some, "eternal night," or something, and she gets an assignment to go to this town in the middle of nowhere and make some friends. About damn time. And now we live in a tree/library with an owl. But hey, what can ya do? |
| Fuzimir #572978 9 months ago |
Hell I'll bite
I'm a 26 year old guy from Texas working in forensic toxicology (yay for piss, spit, and blood). I own a mini horse, got her before ponies were cool again. I resisted watching MLP for the longest time because I knew I would get hooked, plus the whole social stigma of guys loving girly animal things drove me away until I stopped giving a shit. |
| Xuncu #572996 9 months ago |
25, single, struggling with lifelong Clinical Depression.
Have slept with a fair number of people, but (by my onw fault sometimes, and none of my own others) have never been able to build a lasting emotional connection, so they're.... unsatisfying. College grad in Art, in SoCalifornia, looking for a job. Have traveled alot. |
| Xeneres #573088 9 months ago |
I'm a 19 year old guy from Canada,Quebec
I enjoy relaxing, any time spent with my friends, video games, art(making and apreciating), a good laugh, D&D, food, anime, music, good alcohol, taking time to think and ofcourse MLP I dislike arguments that go in circles, people who dont think, people who let easily fixed problems or just mundane things get to them, patriotism(I find it to be hypocritical, long story) vinegary foods, bad alcohol and closed minds I'm probably one of the most relaxed guys on the planet, I use to do pretty much nothing all day, more or less evryday, well aside from work and even there I have verry few hours. Back then, I was just lazy but eventually I began using that time to think, about me, about the world arround me, about the whys and whats of things. wich somewhere down the line lead me to my goal in life: enjoy it, and help others enjoy it to. I'm not stressed when I'm about to be late because being stressed wont make me go back in time, I'm not angry when people dissagres with me because either I agree with myself, wich is enaugh, or they make me realise or learn something new. I dont get a better job because even if I had more money it wouldnt mean anything if I had less time to enjoy it. I dont aim high because I can be trully happy without doing so. I guess I'm just the kind of guy who makes alot off of the small things in life |
| Anonymous #573091 9 months ago |
I'm a pimp. Real pimps don't care about the bitches or the bling or the lifestyle. We just care about the money. And when I'm done giving Shanee and Lytisha $40 worth of crack for $300 in customers, I come home and browse ponies.
Because that's just how I roll. |
| MaroonBunyip #573096 9 months ago |
You guys just HAD to do this while I was at work, didn't you?
Well, after several walls of text I guess there is no point for me... |
| ryebread #573164 9 months ago |
I'm the inventor of the question and the exclamation mark!
Whenever someone use them, I get money! Thus I am very successful and rich. |
| Anonymous #573228 9 months ago |
15 year old girl doing her exams soon. Converted into a brony 5 odd months ago and made 3 other people into bronies.
Not complainin'. |
| Anonymous #574473 9 months ago |
35, have a thick mustache, ride bulls. Eat lots of garlic, fart in my sleep, grow mushrooms in the bathtub. Big fan of weight lifting shows and I cook beef for every meal. Wear strong cologne and polyester and gold chains. |
| Anonymous #576722 9 months ago |
Sadly, what dudemang said. I'm 28, six foot four, and I have no idea what I'm doing. Ponies is a good distraction. |
| Anonymous #578563 9 months ago |
I'm a 30 year old lady brony (filly?) who took maybe two or three weeks to go from peripheral awareness of ponies to obsession. I tend to be a very obsessive fan with anything I like.
Despite having an outside life, in which I try to keep my fan habits as secret as possible, when I'm being honest with myself, that's the most influencial aspect of my life. There's no social situation like parties or clubs that feels as good as going to a great anime or comic convention and hanging out with my fellow nerds. The series I'm into the most lately are Danny Phantom (... whut,) Legion of Super-Heroes (my first fandom obsession,) One Piece, Houshin Engi (the fandom where I met my wife) and Pretty Cure. I pretty much like any animated or comic form, I don't prefer Western or Anime styles, just interesting stories. I'm also reading Of Mice and Men right now, having just finished The Grapes of Wrath. I dunno, I'm on a Steinbeck kick. In college, I had a strong focus on Renaissance authors, especially Edmund Spenser, and I guess you could call me a fangirl for literature as well as cartoons and comics. I am married in the real-life sense and not the "person I talk to a lot on the internet is my internet wifey" sense. She's the responsible one of us, for sure. I'm the more bookish one and have a bad habit of being like Twilight Sparkle in that I'll ignore reality for books (... or ponies.) I even work in a library, although I'm not a librarian. I do back office work. I have Crohn's and polycystic kidney disease, and I've been hospitalized several times with multiple surgeries and sometimes needing blood transfusions. This show is a wonderful cheering influence for me, when I feel sick or down! I feel silly for posting all of this, but I guess I also feel a need to connect to other fans a bit. And I can understand some posters, who are expressing despair and existential fears. Even if things are terrible, hang in there, bronies! I'm cheering you on, and so are six really adorable ponies! No matter how dark life is or how inevitable death is, keep moving forward, even if it's baby steps. Would Rainbow Dash give up easily? These shows can be an escape route, but they can also be our encouragement to become stronger people... that's become my philosophy over time. Mm, this is only half about my life, and also a lot of blathering, but it's early and my grammar skills are shot. And probably everyone'll go tl;dr, but I don't mind. |
| Anonymous #588862 9 months ago |
I'm upanon. No, we won't tldr. Thanks for the kind words. I'm just concerned that I may actually be a psycopath. I'm very alone. |
| Jarntazecht #1108860 4 months ago |
I was introduced to ponies near the end of college, which was June of last year. One of my strange college roommates was watching it, and I figured only someone as strange as him would check it out. The more I heard people chatting about it though, the more I felt the urge to have a visual to go with it. Like many things I am introduced to, I check out out of morbid curiosity; of course, I did it completely alone just in case it turned out to be a sick joke.
I'm not sure if it was the show completely by itself or not, but I found myself wanting to see another episode, and another, and another, and before I knew it I had seen all the episodes. It could have been the timing. I watched the show like a sugary drug, using another episode as an excuse to forget my current surroundings. I was going through the most stressful time in my life at that point. Here I was at the end of college; while I was looking forward to not having to worry about classes anymore, the fact is as soon as college ended so would life as I knew it. I had a student job, one which I could no longer work when I graduated due to the lack of budget and my status as a student. I was living in the dorms, and I had no prospects for where to go afterwards. Both my main plan and my backup plan failed at the very last second, and I was tearing my hair out over where to go. My parents said "come live with us" but I had NOT gone to college in order to go right back to the same old bullshit. The day I graduated was one that everyone else was loving, but I was dreading the day I would have to move all of my things out onto the street essentially. The last two weeks before graduation day were me just trying to forget that this whole thing was happening. I wanted to watch another episode, and when it ended I put on another one. And when I watched all the episodes I started browsing Ponibooru, and reading fanfics, and it was the greatest thing that ever happened to me. Such a wonderful fandom, with so many different artists and creators in on this entire deep world they had created! One of my friends, who was in the same boat as me college-wise, had a friend he was going to couchsurf with and said he would ask if he would take me too. He crammed us into this really tiny room, which I can't blame him for considering it was another college dormroom essentially. The deal was that I would pay to stay there, which is about as tight as you can get without being homeless. Still the family was nice and it was warm there. I threw all of my things into storage, got my laptop and some clothes and headed on in. I was lost. I would only be able to stay a month and the clock was ticking. I needed a job and a place of residence, though with all of my things scattered about it would be awful job-hunting that way. I needed a place to live. 20 days later, I finally found a place to live. Not having a job means I had to calculate the amount of time I would have to job-hunt before I was evicted, and not having a job means I was turned away by just about anybody. I found this one place, $200 a month for a very tiny room. But if it was enough to house my stuff, then so be it. I didn't care where it was or who lived there. Well, I should have. The place turned out to be a ghetto; a tiny room in a house mostly rented by either thugs or sick drugged-up old women with thugs as pals. My room did not have a lock on it, and the owner of the house didn't lock the door. The walls were coated in graffiti; the bad kind that just looks ugly and nasty. There was junk littering the hallways. All I could say to myself was "I'll make this work." And yet, I was robbed 3 times. And then in September, I gave a ride to a stranger who was a friend of one of the other tenants, who stole my keys and assaulted the shit out of me. He said if I told the police he was here he would find me and kill me. The police somehow came to the door. They didn't find him, and he's probably still out there. I grabbed all of my things and immediately retreated to where my parents lived, 2 hours away up in Port Angeles. They put me in a guest room. And whenever you have a traumatic experience, you usually hang onto something like "At least I can go into work the next day and do business as usual!" But I had already been robbed, beaten, threatened with my life, and I was still jobless and had zero money on hand, and NOW I have to live with my parents again; the very thing I was dreading ever since graduation. I gave up on life. The only single chance I had was to job-hunt in a godawful city, a tiny one with no corporate or professional businesses, during the worst recession of all time. I had a car and a resume, and that was it. When I got home, I had no privacy, and my parents did not disappoint in making sure I was miserable as all hell. As soon as I got up there they began threatening to kick me out of the house. And the rest of the time it was no, no, no, left and right from every employer there was. Couldn't look at ponies, couldn't do anything on the computer because to my parents it was nothing but a toy and I never did any actual work on it. Amazingly, through a series of very small possible circumstances, I am now not only in a place of my own that's safe and with good people at a good rate of rent, but I have a great job that pays decent and doesn't have too high a workload. There are none of my friends in sight, but I CAN come home every day to my equipment to do what I enjoy, which is art, writing and games. And ponies. Jesus fucking christ I love these ponies. |