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WhiteRoseBlessings -> RE: Ack!! I’ve got to clean my legs & shave the house! . . . (8/2/2008 4:48:13 PM)
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ORIGINAL: CoeurdeLeon I used to have a very big problem with perfectionist tendencies. And self-esteem issues. Combined, they created a monster that demanded that what people saw be perfect. Well, I take that back. Everything had to be perfect, period. If I had company coming over, I would not only wash all the windows and curtains and clean the carpets, I'd clean my oven and sort/clean my one junk drawer.[8|] I've had some harrowing experiences (like a house fire, strangers get to see into more places than just your junk drawer[sm=icon_smile_boggled.gif]) that have mostly cured me of that. I still get urges to make things perfect but I talk myself out of them pretty quick![;)] The other thing is that I often do things for others that I don't bother to do for myself. Still a self-esteem issue I guess. They are worth the effort but I'm not.[&:] That's it in a nutshell, Lioness. I think there's a big difference between showing genuine hospitality to someone versus thinking that one is not good enough for the very things that they do for other people, and I've often wondered if this is part of what's going (even if subliminaly) in relation to this thread's topic. quote:
ORIGINAL: CoeurdeLeon I used to have a very big problem with perfectionist tendencies. And self-esteem issues. Combined, they created a monster that demanded that what people saw be perfect. Well, I take that back. Everything had to be perfect, period. Yep. [:)] Perish the thought that someone might see something in us that is less than perfect. And you're right; it is a monster; a horrendous monster . . . because even at our most ultimate best, none of us are perfect and nothing we do is done perfectly. I had to laugh at myself . . . I ordered a pizza a while ago (man, have y'all tried Papa John's wheat crust pizza?! Wow!) . . . anyway, I'm doing laundry today, so I have my dirty clothes sorted into various piles on the floor of my kitchen / dining area (of where my laundry closet also is). From the front door, it's a straight visual shot into that area. I had to resist the urge to move (hide) the piles of laundry. What? The pizza delivery guy wouldn't give me my pizza if he saw piles of laundry waiting to be done? He'd go back and talk about me to his co-workers? Why would it possibly matter to the pizza guy that I had piles of clothes on the floor . . . and if it did, why would I even care what he thought? Do we make things harder on ourselves trying to be perfect . . . or trying to give the illusion of perfection? What are we trying to hide by doing so?
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