When there are several ways to get annoyed I suggest you to co-exist with a 'perfectionist' (from now on referred as 'P')
and you will not agree any lesser.You will never look at yourself the same way you did before.
If you had been in a reverie fantasising yourself resembling the Greek Gods, stop right there!
Because P could zoom in those ugly open pores on your face bigger than the ozone hole and how crooked you nasal septum is and that carefully sneaked in paunch could be unveiled right infront of a dozen people ranging from your crush to your nasty foe stating reasons to look after your health and or giving an unwelcomed comment on how to catch up with personal grooming.
How much ever efforts you put in on that thesis paper or try your best to present a seminar or how ever hard you toil to deliver a code or whatever pain you take to cling on to a remote NASA satellite orbiting the mars all you get is a stern creepy look from P with the head dragging itself from left to right in complete dissatisfaction.
"Hey did you match it right?" Leonardo Da Vinci asked desparately.
"No dude!!not getting anywhere close!!" Michelangelo shrugged in disappointment as they were keenly trying to replicate the exact shade of brown that P always prefers his/her tea to be .
Poor souls..they didnt know that shade could very well be non existent for all the non-Ps after umpteen no of trials.
There are still families who are quite serious about how puffy and round the roti is or how crisp and how even the matter and mass of protons and neutrons are spread uniformly in a dosa to give it that perfect crunchiness in every bite which should actually be audible to the granny who dwells in the next street who went deaf last diwali!
When you think you have had enough you see something unbelievable in the TV,where the lady love and her man are dressed up as elegant as they can right inside their home and suprisingly they follow more etiquettes than the govt of Japan!!!
How do they even showcase scenes brimming with love with the lead couples doing a salsa dance just at the sight of a brand new mixer grinder?(Never knew kitchen gadgets could kick start your
romance!).
But who cares when you can still look hot in partly faded crumpled night wear and rock the unkept,out of the bed hairstyle!And who talks about etiquettes when you can shamelessly talk about how you pooped the day before or when you ignore that fat fart away.
We can only doubt if they had been on a rigorous training in one of the highly established luxury hotels for having mastered to fold the unruly bedsheets like a pro and do laundry with the results of snow white clothes.
I'm still smelling my toddler's tshirt to know if they have been washed or not and then I convince myself that it could very well go into his wardrobe by silently scrapping off
the lentil stains over it.
Having agreed enough on how annoying Ps can be,on a serious note I can only find that trying to be perfect or being with a bunch of perfectionists who demand the rest to be equally like them can cause depression on multiple folds for it only makes you feel inadequate.
We can always strive towards progress but not perfection.Once in a while it is ok to mess up a seminar or get below average in an exam or not to have that perfect body or for not being the person what society has already defined us to be.
A big shout out to all the Ps out there..donot punish yourself or others for being naturally imperfect which allows a room for improvision by themselves.
"Perfectionism is self abuse of the highest order".
