Someone once told me I was a perfectionist. With a tone, of course, that suggested there was something bad about that.
I don’t think that. I don’t think I’m a perfectionist. Sometimes I love things to be imperfect.
I think some people call other people ‘perfectionists’ when they themselves are lazy as fuck.
I think there are people who can be bothered to do things, and people who are just lazy bastards.
That’s what I think.