After a long time, (almost a month, I think.) I decided that my room had become a toxic dump of hair and other unidentifiable objects and particles. Therefore, I took the bold step of cleaning my room at exactly 12am few days back, without considering the fact that I had just roamed around with a heavy bag on my shoulders all around the IT fair.
After I started cleaning, it turned out that cleaning my room was not going to be a job, which can end in an hour, and I had to give up, but it irked me to do so. This was surprising, I hate perfectionists and I have always been proud of the fact that I am not one. However, this incident proved that I have always been a perfectionist myself.
Eventually, I concluded that most of us are hypocrites in one way or another. I have always had this thought that perfectionists are viewed as weirdo’s by the society, which led me to be an anti-perfectionist activist. (My own term: P) Now I realise I have just disguised myself to be accepted as a non-weirdo, which is stupidity.
- From a perfectionist at heart. =D
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