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.