The perfectionist lives a terrible life. That sentence has assumed tenants of worth and happiness which must be examined in order to enjoy and find one’s life meaningful. The tenant of perfectionism is to hold extremely high standards and be precisely critical to a grand level. This occupation in any world other than of their own creation will fruit majority resentment and unhappiness. It is not advantageous to happiness to pursue these tenants without exquisite understanding of passion, volition and the relativity of happiness. Obtaining perfection can happen in bites but as a whole most perfectionists without this visceral understanding experience the Universe around them as never good enough which equates the same of life and thus holds them back from being anything great beyond momentary and atomically seldom. This is fucking stupid.
Excepting that perfection is arbitrary takes a brilliance as it means dismissing the worth of your own silly emotions; and we’re human so they’re fucking silly. The idea that you are now, in this very instant, absolutely incredible and as perfect as is possibly imaginable is a very easy trick once all the human bullshit and condescending bullshit humans drown themselves in is accurately identified and categorized as such. In this moment, you are the best thing ever. Breath in that divine truth. You could not be better, you do not need to be better, and this is the best any atoms put together in any order to create any person could have come up with right here, right now, where you sit. Only you ever live your life so every other judgment else wise is self-deprecation and frivolous. The defense of the perfectionist, the ego, the human narrative which has become acclimated with judging and hurting one’s self will call this insanity and plan for disaster. That’s all unfounded defensiveness on the notion of one will simply stop getting better if we’re happy completely right now. That is slave thinking. There aren’t enough genitalia in the world to fit the “fuck that” which goes to that idea. Becoming satiated and get over that failure, allow new to happen. Seek better in the most elementary of ways, with what form of happiness is allowed.
The counter to that defensiveness is a concept in psychology called priming. Never did I say lose your standards, and that’s what the defensive mechanism says to defend all the beatings you’ve endured before. No, now just identify stupid things but stop beating yourself up over them. Priming is one of the base reasons for the philosophy saying we have no free will. Because if a new thought never influences someone in a direction, they will never find this stream of ideas. The mind likes to tell itself that because it is able to know or think something, it must. This is bullshit and massive in application of the human psyche. Priming is the idea that what you know think and feel creates what thought, feeling, and action pools are close. So by allowing yourself to accept that in this moment you are perfect, the next steps are towards that truth.
It is highly important to understand and apply the difference between declarative and directional definitions of self. For if I just say,”Im perfect” after I have failed my math test, shat on the neighbor’s souffle, gotten myself pregnant on accident again, and tattooed Charles Dickens getting cornholed by a hippopotamus, then I have very very low standards and might get punched in the teeth; and deservedly so for the first time in a few months. When you say I am perfect you are accepting this moment as being wonderful for what it is. Completely being present and enjoying the world around you is grand and one of the most beautiful things being alive gifts us; sorry dead readers. Being directional means aiming and allowing this immediacy and presence where as declaring means taking credit and bragging.
