I'm a perfectionist. Whew! I glad to get that out.

I know. It comes as quite a shock. My Mom was pretty freaked when I told her. She probably had those terrible flashbacks to my youth, my room, my grooming, my eating habits. The usual little boy stuff.

It's been a pretty weird revalation for me. Something completely unexpected. But a qualified individual made this diagnosis. Who am I to challenge that?

The problem is that perfectionism is most often linked to neatness. That's one form. The problem for me is that I don't fit into the stereotypes. I'm not your typical perfectionist. Or maybe I am. After finding out about myself, it's easy to see that everyone has a bit of the perfectionist residing inside. It's the differences in manifestation that confuse.

So, what it boils down to with me is that I am selectively perfectionistic. In simple terms, I am a perfectionist when it suits my purposes. And only in areas that I care about. Somethings aren't worth doing perfectly. I let those go very easily. No worries. No second thoughts. They don't matter...........
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