Day 24 "A little bit of Perfectionism"

Yay! We changed it!

Happy and nervous at the same time.

Happy because—yay! We got to do it! And nervous because, well, this random novel has a few readers. And disappointing those few readers that randomly started reading is like....a nightmare.

Guess in this chapter we'll talk about my experience and thoughts about being a bit of a perfectionist.

Let's do it past, present and future.

Now we can't guarantee it's going to stay that way, considering me, but we will try. That. We will consider. Trying.

Hmm....perfectionist.

It's tiring just hearing about it, right?

We wouldn't call ourselves a perfectionist person all the time. There are just times where when other people say it's okay, we say it's not.

Back then, my perfectionism was worse than now. Maybe.

Arranging books was—still is, something we love to do. There's just something about arranging books that makes us happy. Looking at it after is a reward.

If it weren't for the tiring process.

We would arrange the books from tallest to smallest in height. Then try it by weight. Differently as well. Then we could try it by color. Or the thickness of it. Or a bit of this and that.

We wanted to be satisfied.

My parents would try to convince me, "That looks nice."

But we were not satisfied.

"No."

"Don't you think that's enough?"

"....no."

Then rearrange it again and again. Until we're either tired or satisfied.

Exhausting, right?

Just thinking about it is frustrating.

Let's calm down and watch some videos or read.

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We forgot.

About putting our name on the cover.

Whoops.

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The perfectionism. Probably why we don't update often too.

'Cause we're determined to at least have 500 words early chapter or something.

And it's not all the time we have ideas.

So the perfectionist thing is not easy to get rid of. Nor do we want to get rid of it completely. Sort of.

'Cause with it, you can learn some things and achieve some stuff. But too much can be exhausting.

Because you'll get stressed just trying to make it perfect.

So, let's talk about....

Stuff.

Like we said, we still have a tendency to be a perfectionist. In some situations. And it's okay. We just try not to overdo it.

Right now we'd rather talk about things that are much merrier. Happier. Stuff.

But we need that 500 words ish. Don't know.

We probably shouldn't have eaten a heavy dinner.

Well we did.

And it's....something.

We're almost there~

Right. So, we just tripped on a rug.

Probably the 4th time today.

Same rug.

See? We're not perfect.

We trip on rugs knowing it's there. Four times in a day. And it's not rugs. It's just a rug.

Rug now sounds foreign.

Once fell off some stairs. Hit my chest hard. Couldn't properly brea—is that what the nurses and doctor's meant when they ask you if you're breathing properly? Maybe not. Anyway, pretty hard fall. That was a long time ago.

Now we still have some lingering fear whenever we use stairs. Any. Stairs.

See? Not perfect.

Would probably talk about.....something random next chapter. Dunno.

Until next chapter!

Bye~