Perfection
I have never been a perfectionist. In fact, I wonder how people can be perfectionists.I am the absolute epitome of mess and unkempt.
I think some degree of mess in life makes it more fun. Questions like “Where have I placed my specs?” and then I go around looking for them. Its like a hide-and-seek for adults.
But I think that’s all in the past. Living in an orderly and structured world with rules have changed me. Subtle to the point that I was unaware. A world in which the words neat and organized are valued.
Today, I was rather surprise to realize that I care so much about the labels I was sticking to the wall. I’d just made some labels for our coat racks and they have to look as close to perfect as possible. Which means, all the labels are to be at the same height, with the same font sizes. I went to the extend of redoing them simply because the height was not uniform enough! Since when was I a stickler for such perfection? To me, as much as possible, if you can make it look better, do it. It can’t look worse than the best.
Now, I sound slightly obsessed.
I’m not even sure
If there is anyone who is in the sun
Will you help me to understand
’cause I been caught in between all I wish for and all I need
Maybe you’re not even sure what it’s for
Any more than me
posted by eline @ 5:34 PM
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