Well, that explains a lot.

(I wanted to post a picture of a statue of Adonis here, but I feel weird because they're all naked. But it's art. I didn't have a problem seeing the statue, but I have a problem putting it on my blog. Maybe if I analyzed my feelings once in a while I wouldn't have these confusing moments when I'm not sure why I feel things.)

What was that President Uchtdorf said last night about how the only perfect people are people we don't know very well? He finally explained a tendency that has plagued me for years. I always idolize, but more than idolize—I fixate on over some distant unreachable, unknowable Cypriot statue on a very high pedestal. Nothing and no one can live up to my impossible standard. Unfortunately, knowing what my problem is doesn't exactly stop me from obsessing, and at the moment I have two Galateas.
I am Echo. I am Psyche. I am Pygmalion.