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TITLE: OBLIVIOUS BY PIERCE WARNER

DESCRIPTION: A PERSONAL ACCOUNT OF THE EQUESTRIAN WORLD AND THE GENERAL EXPERIENCES OF WARNER OVER THE PERIOD OF APRIL 3RD, 2020 TO JUNE 16TH, 2020.

Oblivious

May 26th, 2020

What is the definition of loneliness? What about distinctiveness? Are those two feelings so easily distinguishable from one another as I once thought, or are they more similar than anyone realizes? Because now, now that what I've been through has had a chance to be considered thoroughly by everyone - well, I'm afraid I can't tell them apart as easily as I once could. What I've been through has been, and words don't suffice my meaning, extraordinary. Please though, you don't know what it was like. Don't go assuming it was good or bad, you weren't there. None of us can go back anyways now, so we might as well look back on it with a little pride. That's not gonna happen, of course, but someone can dream.

Here I sit, locked away as far as I can possibly be from every person on Earth. There, I wished I had a chance to say goodbye to my family and friends. Of course, I don't have to anymore. Here, my face is plastered on every news broadcast, digital screen, and billboard around the world. Mind you, it still would have been if I had stayed, but I wouldn't have had to confront it the way I do now. There, I thought I felt lonely as could be, not ever realizing how I would be treated if I ever came back here.

To my point, there are several hundred undeviating reporters from every news agency in existence (as far as I can tell, at least) outside the front windows, every one of them wanting a chance to capture me walking by the glass panes. My basement is, unfortunately, not a far retreat from their madness. I can't be more than a couple dozen feet from the soles of their shoes down here. Their desperateness to get a glimpse of me makes me feel lonelier than I would have ever thought possible, before this all happened.

Here, everyone is distant. My friends, as much as I'd like to say hello in person, can't even come to the house, either because there's a smaller sea of reporters around their own home or they can't get through the one around mine. My family doesn't know how to treat me, they all just sit in nervousness in their rooms next to each other upstairs. There, sure, I missed home constantly, sometimes wishing it would all just go back to how it was before. But at least I was cared for, and I'm afraid I didn't make it known how much I appreciated that. It's a regret of mine. One of many I had.

There, in Equestria.

Ridiculous, ain't it?

Ya know, I'm not sure how this is gonna work, this piece of writing. Of course I have to write it down, before my memory of it all fades. I don't know if that was an introduction I'd actually use, or if it was a bunch of nonsense. Whatever it was, it was from the heart. Anyways, I'll have a lot of free time on my hands, or well, hooves, unable to sleep. I figure it should be a good time to start jotting everything down.

This dusty old journal's been sitting on my desk for a while now. I actually had wanted to write this all down while I was there, but there was always so much going on, I barely ever got the chance.

I cannot say that I know if these past two months have, overall, been the most positive of my life, I can assure you that they were far from the worst, despite my condition over that time. My experiences varied greatly, and even if they were sometimes on that low end, it was worth going through, just to have the best of those two months. I still feel as if it's all been a dream, especially when it's now rapidly falling into my past.

I certainly don't want to forget it like that, that's for sure.

Maybe I'll say at some point in the near future that I'm happy to be home, reunited with family and friends, in some scripted speech, just to get the media off my back. My point in telling you this is... well, I'm not.

It's only been a couple days now, and I've gotten over the shock that they're gone. I don't think I ever got over the fact that I was actually there. That's likely for the best though.

Ramblings aside, I must say at least that it was a humbling experience. I don't think I should've been the one to go there, and there were probably millions of people who would've handled the whole thing better than me. Heck, maybe they wouldn't have gotten nearly killed as many times as I did. To my own defense though, I never meant to be there. I just got sorta selected by random chance, I suppose. Doesn't excuse half the crap I did though.

Frankly, I don't have the slightest clue what I should do when I'm done, or how polished I should make this, or how I would even publish it. I never thought I would write a book, or journal, or whatever this thing will be called when it turns out. For now though, I'm mostly worried about getting everything accurately described and detailed. That said… I've always had a little interest in writing a novel. A novel, mind you. Not an autobiography. I like reading, but it can't be something as tediously boring as a regular 'ole autobiography. It's got to have a bit of sustenance to it.

I'm afraid to relive the past two months, though. How the hell could I have been so stupid, so often? It's going to be painful to have to go through with this… Maybe it'd be easier to do it all out of order, so I don't break down every time I end a paragraph. Or maybe I should just go through with it. Maybe it'll get it out of my head, make it easier to accept what's gone is gone. That's what I'll do, I think. I'll be forced to talk about this for the rest of the my life, so I might as well get the worst of it overwith, and just tell it in the most painful way possible, so the pain is never this bad ever again.

One last point of this intro I'd like to make before I start is that I just don't get why you've all been so very bickery about the whole situation. We, as a species, came out unscathed. Alright, so there was no such luck for me, but I certainly don't regret that out of everything that happened. I know we don't have contact with them anymore, but that should just be all the reason to look for more like them in our own universe.

Well, I do know why some of you are angry and upset, but you literally know nothing about what's happened over the past couple months of my life. The least you could do is allow me the chance to explain what I've done before you throw your pitchforks at me.

First of all, I don't fully understand how it all worked myself, but I will do my best to tell all that I know in this journal. I wanted to tell this in the form of a story, because I don't think I could sit here and do it any other way without killing myself. It's just the easiest, and frankly, most exciting way to tell it.

So here goes.