I found this article really interesting.A "normal person" tried to experience bronycon.This is her storyhttp://jezebel.com/i-was-the-weirdest-person-at-bronycon-2014-1616532065specially liked this bit:Quote Over the years, though, the ability to adore something that much and that fearlessly has become lost to me. Maybe it's just a sacrifice of maturing, but I can't help but feel desperately sad about it as I watch the bronies—the ones who somehow managed to hang on to that unadulterated excitement as they've gotten older—demonstrate their enthusiasm. It's then I realize that even if I wanted to join in, I probably wouldn't be able to—not because they wouldn't welcome me (I'm sure they would), but because the ability to feel a similar level of frantic earnestness is either no longer within me or is blocked behind several layers of embarrassment.
Hmm, given that much dedication to something as childish as ponies... it makes me wonder how people who do partake live their daily lives. I completely agree with what she says in that quote. As we grow up, the passion for things we enjoyed as children kind of dies out. Obviously, that doesn't apply to everyone, but it seems like it's like that with holidays and birthdays and just things that used to be special. They've just become mundane tasks to most, myself included.
