I'm a complete perfectionist, something which annoys my mom greatly. She gave me directions to "have fun" and "don't worry if it's not perfect", talking about art class that's starting tomorrow. Psh. Yeah right. I'm going to criticize my artwork like no tomorrow and, most likely, erase like my life depended on it.
See, this is what everyday life is like for a perfectionist. Today, I did my very best to line up my spaghetti sandwich. I hate when there's spaghetti noodles hanging out of the side of the toast. Usually, this doesn't bother me too much, because I'm hungry and want to eat it right away. (For your information, spaghetti sandwiches are the BEST. People think its weird, but that's their loss. I'm getting hungry just thinking about them.)
I'm also a BIG perfectionist when it comes to my writing. That is why things like NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) are very hard for me. You're supposed to "let go of your inner editor". Please, me and my "inner editor" aren't exactly separate people. I'm pretty sure it's impossible for me to just let go when I'm writing. If it doesn't reach my standards of perfection, more often than not, it gets erased. There are times when I'm like "forget it" and then just keep on writing. That is very rare, though.
Another thing? Piano. I've been told by both my piano teacher and mother (and others I'm sure) that nothing is ever perfect. So? I want it as close to perfect as possible. I used to be able to practice hours on end until I got the song absolutely perfect for once. Not a single thing wrong. Of course, I'd play it again and mess up thirty times, and I was so worn out mentally after being frustrated for who knows how long, but it was worth it.
But maybe I'm just being weird. Consider this surprisingly long blog post as my "venting" (that's been long overdue).
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