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Smile. Smile, Smile. (From the Diary of Pinkie Pie)

(This is a fanfic of sorts written in Pinkie Pie’s perspective. In which she just sounds like me.)

It’s an odd thing that I’m writing this. Explaining myself, as I plan to do, isn’t something I ever felt would be necessary. I’m not doing this for an audience—it’s just for me. Today, the feeling suddenly came over me that I’d like to talk about myself, to myself, and I thought it best not to question why. As per my coda, I must appease myself—and anypony that I can—to bring about happiness. If it will make me happy to talk about myself, then I see no reason to stop it. Perhaps it feels odd only because I know that to others, this could be a defining change in how they see me. This doesn’t bother me… it simply feels odd.

My name is Pinkie Pie. As long as I can remember, I’ve suffered from depression; now hold on, don’t get me wrong—I’m not depressed right now—but depression is a layer of my personality which is fundamental. It always has and always will exist whether I can feel it at any given time or not. I’ve only felt my depression once since I was a little filly—but we’ll get to that in a bit.

In my youth, I didn’t understand the purpose of being alive. I worked on a rock farm with my family, and the work only ever caused my body to ache. Never did I derive enjoyment from farming. I only knew that the emotion existed from a few times that some small event had caused me to smile. Not a smile as meaningful nor fulfilling as the smiles that I now produce, but I would at least classify them as smiles.

Only after witnessing an explosion of color and light (which I now know to have been Rainbow Dash’s Sonic Rainboom) did I feel such great joy, and smile so deeply, that I found a reason to live. If I could have this feeling all of the time, then I would relish life from then on. It was such a sudden and overwhelming feeling that I didn’t know what to do at first. I threw myself a big party and invited my family hoping that, maybe, they might see what I’d seen. And they did! The party entered their hearts and they shared in my joy and showed me their magnificent smiles. I vowed to uphold the happiness which I felt then for the rest of my life, and to introduce it to as many ponies as I could so that maybe they could enjoy themselves as deeply as I do.

For years, I was able to keep partying and smiling every day. I perfected the art of happiness, developing techniques and strategies for upholding it. I reached a state of such complete joy that it became the base layer of my persona—or so I thought.

In retrospect, it was a ridiculous situation. Maybe it had been so long since I’d been truly exhausted that I didn’t even notice I was off my game. I became convinced that my friends didn’t like my parties and didn’t want to be my friends anymore, and everything fell apart. I crashed full-on into my old depression, but it was even worse because I didn’t know how to deal with it anymore. My mind might have broken had my friends not finally pointed out my obvious mistake and re-lit my fire.

That event caused me to re-evaluate my state of mind. I realized that my base layer of depression actually lurked underneath my joy, and would spring up again if my joy ever ran out. But I wasn’t afraid (I know better than to be afraid!). It only taught me that I needed to create a fail-safe so this wouldn’t happen anymore.

First, I made it clear to myself that under no circumstances would I lose all of the ponies that I care about. No matter how weak I might be, those around me are strong and the love that I know they feel for me will always cheer me up. Because I know this, I am able to be a force within myself that can cheer me up. Just as I can make anypony else smile and be happy, I can also make myself smile and be happy if I’m ever down. Knowing this alone prevents me from ever feeling down, so I’m pretty much taken care of. With the security that I can always be as happy as I need to be, I’m able to then dedicate all of my time to making everypony else as happy as myself. It’s quite the glorious system.

But you see, understanding how this system works doesn’t change the way it operates. The simple fact of the matter is that I’m here to make you smile, smile, smile. That’s all you really need to know.

(So yeah, this is my interpretation of Pinkie Pie. Whether or not she does so in this kind of language, I honestly think that she thinks all of this through and acts the way she does for the reasons stated here, based on how I interpret the lyrics to Smile, Smile, Smile.)

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(Yes I actually read this in Pinkie’s voice, while imagining her wearing glasses and typing it out with those big marshmallow hooves)

Immediate Reaction To “A Friend In Deed”

This episode had fanservice (in a purely innocent sense of the word) off the chain—the kind of fanservice where the creators of the show are a member of the fanbase, which just makes it all the more glorious. It’s a sensory overload of great things, and contextually works because it’s about Pinkie Pie trying to make a friend, and sensory overload is the core of her personality. This is the most perfect narrative conceit to pull an episode like this off.

Pinkie Pie tramples the fourth wall and even wrecks havoc on her entire medium. This episode featured an art shift in Pinkie’s imagination, then she pulled an art-shifted giant checkmark into the “real world” right before a commercial break. I think she had four unique songs in this episode, though the main one was her image theme, Smile Smile Smile (I think it’s called?). She managed to pull almost every goddamn background pony into the episode. Most of them appeared during her song—then she netted the spa ponies as by dragging Cranky in to see them. But there was one notable exception—because they had bigger plans for her.

Derpy Hooves was an ornament in a snowglobe. Holy Smooz.

Pinkie seemed intent on putting on a show that could provide a year’s worth of memes—the cold open alone could be one long gif, if not a series of short ones. This episode is a Pinkie meme event horizon.

Pinkie did all of this to make you—her friends—smile. This idea makes the entire plot of the episode that much more powerful. Pinkie, you just owned this entire fanbase.