After many years, I have finally given into the temptation to follow what appears to be the majority of Western civilization and begin a blog. Why, I'm not quite sure - it's not as if I can put forth any thoughts that are truly original, or that people are THAT interested in what I do in my day-to-day life. I think, however, that if the words I speak here can brighten somebody's day, or answer somebody's question, or proves to be a balm to a wounded soul somewhere, then it will have achieved its' purpose. I cannot promise that I will post regularly, or that what is posted will be especially substantial. This will not be a complicated blog, with lots of pictures and multimedia (seeing as how I lack the knowledge, patience, and tech to even attempt such a thing). If you came here hoping to have your senses tittilated, your ego stroked, or your preconceptions affirmed, you have come to exactly the wrong place. If, on the other hand, you do not mind having your conscience pricked, your notions challenged, and your mind expanded, then you will hopefully have your expectations met. I'm not going to be like many blog posters and give you blow-by-blow accounts of my day or sensationalize my mundane existence for your entertainment. Rather, my purpose here is to educate, edify, and perhaps exemplify the virtues of the simple life - one lived in a constant struggle to learn more, love better, and laugh often.
I apologize if the above paragraph is offensive in any way - but not for the honesty that I seek, nor for the convictions expressed. I will not be a stumbling block with these words, but I hope to force you to stay on your toes.
Before I leave, I should probably explain the significance of the title of the blog. Pygmalion was a Greek sculpter who fell in love with his masterwork, a statue of a woman. So pure was his love, that the gods saw fit to bring the statue to life and be his wife. While not the full story, it suffices for the purpose of this essay. While it is far from me to become so infatuated with anything that I could call it "love" like Pygmalion, anybody who spends any amount of time with me will quickly come to realize that I am a very intense person, with very cleanly defined likes, loves, and dislikes, and a wit to match. This can and has caused me trouble with people who were uncomfortable with the level of intensity that I bring into anything, be it a friendship, relationship, hobby, or current interest. While not quite like Pygmalion, I feel things extremely deeply, and become very attached and invested in people and things very quickly. It used to be that it could be considered unhealthy, but with time, maturity, and perspective, the worst of those tendencies have been placed behind me. That is not to say that I do not struggle with having inappropriate depths of feelings about any given person, subject, or object, but it is nowhere near the "thorn in the flesh" that it once was.
To summarize, Pygmalion's Perusals is a place where I can talk about subject that speak to my heart, puzzle over matters that intrigue my intellect, and reflect over things that perhaps require more perspective than I can bring to bear by myself, but that you, dear reader, may be able to shed some light about.
At any rate, adios, and I will see you next time!
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