Paralysed by Perfection

Or is this yet another lame excuse comin' outta my lazy ass?

I can be meticulous and it makes me mad.

I can nitpick about things being a certain way and it drives me nuts.

Wanting a perfect world with a perfect room, with a perfect view, with the perfect amenities, the perfect attire and I could go on and on ad perfectly nauseam and it still wouldn't be perfect. Obviously...

And yet, I take steps of inaction because the end result needs to be perfect, and it never is. I know that only too well.

Need to get off the lazy ass...come to think of it, even the ass is imperfect! Sob!!

My lifelong companion oughta be a Lazy Boy.

MetamorphoBIA

I've turned into her.

Someone I laughed at in my mind -- at the frumpy clothes, the funny food habits of carrying li'l boxes and snacking through the day, the weight, the alone time, and the seniority, but thankfully not, and never will it happen -- the attitude.

But if the similarities don't motivate me to change, I wonder what will !