looking at my life so far i'd classify myself as a facultative perfectionist, in contrast to my father who is an obligate perfectionist: i can (occasionally) call something 'good enough' and leave it at that (but i won't be happy), whereas he just cannot stop until the required degree of perfection is reached.

(of course there's also the dark side of any degree of perfectionist affliction: lots of things don't get started, at all, if you know or feel that you won't have the time/energy/whatever to finish it off perfectly and completely.)

where that data point fits into the nurture versus nature discussion i don't know.

[ published on Sun 08.05.2016 15:10 | filed in brainfarts | ]
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