How I learned not to be a perfectionist. I learned when I was a teenager not to be a perfectionist. Or, more accurately, I learned that perfection won’t necessarily save you from anything.
My family went away Friday nights to spend the weekends at the beach house. I was left alone at home.
Some weekends I would throw a party, sometimes big, sometimes small. Then on Sunday I’d clean the house to make sure there were no signs of the party.
I liked to clean anyway. My family was a very messy bunch, and I liked things put away. I liked to have the floors vacuumed and the dishes cleaned.
So I made sure to clean every Sunday whether or not I had thrown a party. This way no one could tell by the state of the house whether or not I had thrown a party.
Still I got into trouble from time to time for throwing a party. It’s hard to remove all traces of a party.
So one weekend I decided to clean the house perfectly. No party. I started cleaning Friday night after my family left. I cleaned all Saturday and all Sunday until they returned.
I even cleaned the bathrooms and mowed the lawn. I cleaned everything. Perfection achieved.
You know what happened, of course. I got in trouble for throwing a party, even though I had spent the entire weekend cleaning.
My parents said the house was so perfectly clean I must have thrown a party. I asked them to show me some evidence. They said there’s no other explanation for such a perfectly clean house. So I was in trouble.
Lesson learned: perfection is as likely to get you into trouble as it is to save you. [inessential.com]
A better lesson from this would be: once you've proven that you are not trustworthy, people will be inclined to distrust you even if you haven't actually done anything wrong in a particular instance.
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