Over-achieving perfectionists... don't you just hate those freaks? You know the type. Always early, disgustingly confident, hopelessly organized, diligent in the execution of even the most mundane tasks, and secure in the notion that nothing is impossible if you beat the dead horse long enough.
Whoa. Wait a minute. What am I saying? I am one of those people. I am a card-carrying member of that demonic society! Ok, so I don't beat the dead horse thing, but I have been known to reformat and reprint an 80-page document to offset 1/100th inch of glaring white space that only I can see. Sickness, people... it's a sickness.
But, it can have its rare advantages. This infliction trains our observation skills to notice even the most minute detail. Everything you view most likely requires some kind of adjustment and you believe those changes are always for the best. It becomes readily apparent when you finally agree to meet an online acquaintance for the first time and you can't help but notice they have one ear bigger than the other. Strangely, the more you chat the bigger it gets. Seriously, it's really bigger. Perfectionism rears it's ugly head and suddenly you realize had you studied cosmetic surgery you would know how to improve this person's existence - wait for it - perfectly. But sadly, the scene was set. This introduction was over and you realize you never heard a word they said. Okay, so maybe that wasn't an advantage. Sadly, perfectionists know how to create and destroy with the flutter of an eyelid.
Now, the contradictory side of this double-edged sword is that perfectionism isn't particularly all-encompassing. While tasks in the workplace always require razor-sharp precision, the same rigid expectations do not always apply at home. I assure you I have cobwebs that could display multiple strands of Christmas lights quite beautifully. As long as the unacceptable cobwebs are maximized for optimal utilization, the result is still perfect, right? Isn't it ironic that perfectionists can even rationalize imperfection?
Perhaps what we should learn as we navigate our eccentricities is to groom a path beyond our own inhibitions. Yes, even perfectionists have crippling limitations. And it is not easier to let go when you know you're afflicted. Surely, somewhere, there are meetings for this...
Hello. I'm Jacque and I'm a perfectionist. Ah, but that is fodder for yet another rant.
Terry M Oaks
12/2/2020 05:36:26 pm
Yet another rant into the darkness which makes you stop and think if any of these crazy things have anything to do with my "god like" persona. Your words cut to the bone and makes me think of all the perfectionist attributes I may/may not have hiding within myself. However. I did get a mirror and both my ears look the same size...well sort of.......
12/3/2020 09:06:16 am
Hey, there is nothing wrong with being a perfectionist as long as you remember that being one doesn't mean you're perfect! Oh man... That admission slaps harder when you hear it out loud. You just had to push that envelope, didn't you? LOL
12/4/2020 08:17:49 pm
WhooHoo! The result I could only hope for! Thanks, Lisa!
12/10/2020 09:57:38 am
It’s no wonder we have done away with courtesy. Remember when there was a station break on TV and they announced there was going to be in the station break? And then we now have Siri and Alexa and we don’t say thank you and please to them so why should we say please and thank you to humans? We are just being programmed to do without kindness.
12/11/2020 07:19:41 pm
So, So, SO true, Terri! Whew! I am not alone in my crazy thoughts... I miss the days of common courtesy...!
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