Some would call me perfectionist, but that's not quite right. For me, it is not that things must be perfect, but certain types of flaws really, really annoy me. Some things just offend my desire for order and regularity.
As an example, I might make up a list of ten things to do. Then I will do those ten things. But I might do a really bad job at some of those things, because I know that it really doesn't matter. But I can't actually skip those items.
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"Like lonely ghosts, at a roadside cross, we stay, because we don't know where else to go." -- Orenda Fink
09 Feb 2011, 5:56 pm
