Meet Mr. Peay

For many people, blogging offers a source of catharsis, a way to release that which we keep pent up within ourselves, a therapy of sorts. But as with anything else, every now and then change becomes necessary. The blogosphere is great for that. Adaptable and fluid, a blog offers its writer the chance to grow when he or she wants to or to remain in a virtual comfort zone indefinitely.

Unquestionably, offering new and various perspectives is a great way to keep things fresh. Bringing on guest bloggers opens up new possibilities and outlooks and can help to remind us of the things we take for granted. For that reason, it is my hope that both of the guest writers you see here will offer a unique perspective on the world as he and she see it.

So without further ado, meet Mr. Peay:

That’s pronounced Mister Peeee. It’s European. Hello and welcome. Where to begin explaining myself I’m not quite sure. So allow me to start at the beginning. I was born in a small town in Tennessee. My family was not what you would call close, and we never see each other. Despite a questionable childhood, my sensibilities remain fully functional and, normally, fully employed. Some people prefer to call me nervous, twitchy. I, however, view myself as alert and attentive. Someone has to be, you know.

I have lived in a number of places, some nice and some not so nice. I try not to let geography dull my abilities to maintain order and a sense of correctness, and most of the time I am successful.

In terms of personality, you should know that I appreciate and demand order. I do my best to constantly order my surroundings, and I make every attempt to create some sense of organization in the lives of those around me. Despite their resistance. It is my firm belief that the only way to live a productive, healthy life is to live in as regimented a way as possible. You could say I love a good routine.

While it takes me awhile to warm up to new people, once I accept you as one of my own I am deeply loyal and (probably) overprotective. Some people mistake my suspicion as aggression, but let me be clear: I am not an aggressive being. On the contrary, I am gentle and loving. I feel I need to be clear about this because it bothers me to no end when people assume my personality is something it isn’t. It makes me fretful and needy, and I dislike feeling vulnerable that way.

As far as interests and hobbies are concerned, I appreciate a good movie. I can stare at the screen for hours, completely captivated, and I am particularly fond of animal movies. While movies are certainly my favorite, I sometimes fall victim to the allure of a good television program. My only quarrel with television would be the commercials; they break my focus, and it becomes difficult to remember where I left off.

I am new to the computer craze, and I am fascinated by its ability to perform so many tasks. When it first debuted itself in my life, I sat watching the woman with whom I live pounding away at its keys, hoping someday I might know it well enough to do the same. While I’m still learning, I feel I’ve made tremendous progress, if I do say so myself.

This is to be my first attempt at blogging or, indeed, communicating on a grand scale via the Internet, and I’m hoping to make it a success. I do love a good, well-deserved pat on the back. It is my sincere hope that my perspective will bring both enlightenment and humor to the reader’s daily life.

Until we meet again,

Mr. Peay

Meet Mr. Peay:

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One Comment on “Meet Mr. Peay”

  1. Bekah says:

    Hi Mr. Peay! I definitely agree with blogging being a type of therapy! I am so glad I started when I did, because it helped me get through a major funk.

    I especially love the fourth paragraph from the bottom. Love ya, boo! 🙂


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