A waste of biomatter

"Hey BonBon,remember when I used to be the active,endearing,silly,conspiracy theorist with a penchant for humans,hands,benches and pants and you were the mundane yet solid voice of reason in our friendship. You being unamused at my antics but sticking with me as I did my crazy stuff."

"Yeah I remember but now I'm the super cool,hyper competant,active one at the front of everything And connections everywhere while your seemingly the unobservant normal pony who's quite skittish with no trace of any quirky traits other than a petty need to cook others oats and eat them."

"Yeah…"

"But at least you still have your benches."