Comments on: Unwashed Clothes on the Bedroom Floor Don’t Count

By: AB

AB — Mon, 18 Dec 2006 19:26:11 +0000

By the way, your “perfectionism” has some genetic basis…

By: Moose in the Kitchen » A Paralyzed Moose Makes a Nice Lawn Ornament

Moose in the Kitchen » A Paralyzed Moose Makes a Nice Lawn Ornament — Fri, 15 Dec 2006 06:49:54 +0000

[...] Writing? Paralyzed. Remember this? Yeah, still haven’t so much as opened a word document. Friend making and keeping? Paralyzed. (See also: doesn’t like to use the phone.) Cleaning the house? Yeah right. I did recently figure out where we keep the broom – and I’ve discovered the fun to be had while chasing the dog around the living room with the dust buster. [...]

By: Moose in the Kitchen » Announcement: I am a Fraud

Moose in the Kitchen » Announcement: I am a Fraud — Thu, 07 Dec 2006 07:22:08 +0000

[...] My claims of perfectionism have been denounced. Alternate explanations are: [...]

By: Sphincter

Sphincter — Thu, 07 Dec 2006 03:48:54 +0000

Perfectionism = issues with feeling too much shame.

But then you probably shouldn’t take the word of somebody who voluntarily calls herself Sphincter.

P.S. I’m a perfectionist, too.

By: Jess

Jess — Wed, 06 Dec 2006 19:59:13 +0000

I was once told that the reason I’m such a world-class procrastinator(as are many other people) is because I’m a perfectionist. I want it to be perfect, so instead of doing it and having it be crappy, I’d rather just not do it at all. Much like Jhianna said above, I started a blog so I could write more and get my thoughts out of my head, but I can’t bring myself to really write anything because I know it won’t be very good. I know in my head that nothing is always and forever perfect but there is just that one little part of me that says anything I do, should be. I need to stomp on that little voice and shut it up!! Any suggestions?

By: Marriage-101

Marriage-101 — Wed, 06 Dec 2006 18:35:38 +0000

Your socks story reminded me of myself. When I was five or six, I lived with my grandmother and every day at the same time, the bus would come to pick me up and take me to school. And every day, I would sit there, making the bus wait for me, because I had to “adjust my socks.” I couldn’t stand the sock seam touching my toes so I would pull the seam up on top of my foot and THEN put my shoes on. I could not walk if this was not done. Perfectionist? Nah. Kid with a strange obsession? Yes.

By: Jhianna

Jhianna — Wed, 06 Dec 2006 18:15:05 +0000

I seem to fling myself between being a perfectionist and … well, whatever the opposite would be… all willy nilly these days. But you’re one of my blogging/writing role models – just thought you should know. I set up my blog to just write, without any real idea of a theme or goal (the non-perfectionist was in control that day, obviously). I started thinking the other day that I should have a goal or theme or something if I want to continue blogging. Then I got distracted by something shiny and haven’t given it another thought.

By: sam

sam — Wed, 06 Dec 2006 03:27:13 +0000

Hey Moose, fellow perfectionist here. I just cried in bed last night thinking of all the ways I suck at life – my lack of money, my laziness, my inability to juggle everything I have going on. It’s not fun being so hard on yourself, is it?

Sometimes it’s just nice to hear from someone else that you don’t suck, and I know that we don’t know each other all that well, but you most assuredly DO NOT suck. You are the bees knees, as a matter of fact. Whatever you write will be great.

By: Amanda

Amanda — Wed, 06 Dec 2006 03:24:32 +0000

amen, moose.

By: Audrey

Audrey — Wed, 06 Dec 2006 01:38:26 +0000

Um yeah. You just described my writing process. Endless. Which is why I was up until 5 AM after being too paralyzed to start and inching along painstakingly slowly. Good luck to you…