Disclaimer: Yes, everyone, this is another question-post. At my age I'm all questions and no solutions. However, the sooner some of you people start answering my questions (cough-inpostform) the sooner I'll become a wise person capable of writing intelligent posts.
The Perfectionist
The Perfectionist
I think I've always been a neat freak....
but lately the little neat-freak in me has been developing into one of those huge monsters that control your life. In the last year this little neat-freak became an enormous incontrollable control-freak. Apparently this is inherited and I had decided that genetically inherited traits are not your faultand are therefore to be excused. However, I have decided that I need to improve this. First of all, this control-freak thing is getting out of hand. When our house was prepared for the first open-house and I saw the sparkling neatness and perfection I was dazzled. Immediately I told myself that with a little maintenance the house could always be this neat. From that day I was a girl on a mission to keep the house what came to be known as show-the-house-clean at all times. But I'm not talking about neat, I'm talking about:
"oh my gosh there's a dirty fork in the sink! It's making our house look SOOOO HORRIBLE!!! MUST WASH IT IMMEDIATELY THEN DRY IT AND PUT IT AWAY!!!"
I didn't realize the ridiculousness of this until recently. Obviously there's a dish in the sink, twelve people live in this house for Pete's sake. I am becoming completely perfectionist about the house's cleanliness.
This is, I now realize, a direct result of the perfectionist in me. I am firm in the belief that if I didn't do it then I probably need to go make sure it was done correctly. This is often true when it comes to the cleanliness of a bedroom for a showing. For example, just because you sort of stretched out the sheets doesn't mean that the bed is made. The sheets can't be hanging to the floor and the blanket cant be all crumpled up. Obviously, though, like with everything else in my life, I go to the extreme. If my mother hired a cleaning lady I would follow her around and things would go as follows:
Cleaning Lady: cleans bathroom
SFG: puts soap bottle in different corner of sink, straightens towel
CL: dusts piano
SFG: turns little statue on piano to a slightly different angle, takes music off and puts in piano bench
CL: cleans kitchen
SFG: moves a few things around, centers napkin-holder on table, straightens out benches.
This is not an exaggeration. ASK ANYONE.
This is the worst one! I can't do anything for more than a few hours tops. None of my posts, for example, ever get finished because I start another one. And so for example, I am in my room. I pick up a book and put it away. I throw some laundry in it's basket and tidy a few other things but suddenly-- I'm tires of cleaning in here. Instead I shall begin a deep clean of my brother's bedroom. I do that partially until I decide what really needs my attention is that downstairs bathroom. The bathroom is almost clean when I get bored...I suddenly remember we need to mow the lawn! You get the idea.... Anyhow somewhere in here someone walked by the bathroom and decided to finish up since it's almost clean. I rush to stop them, hastening to explain that it has to be done just so...let me do it please. I can't clean just one thing....I run around until eventually everything is clean. By the end of the day I am exhausted and so I lay on the couch and ponder the wonder that no one but me ever cleans anything.....I wonder why.
but lately the little neat-freak in me has been developing into one of those huge monsters that control your life. In the last year this little neat-freak became an enormous incontrollable control-freak. Apparently this is inherited and I had decided that genetically inherited traits are not your faultand are therefore to be excused. However, I have decided that I need to improve this. First of all, this control-freak thing is getting out of hand. When our house was prepared for the first open-house and I saw the sparkling neatness and perfection I was dazzled. Immediately I told myself that with a little maintenance the house could always be this neat. From that day I was a girl on a mission to keep the house what came to be known as show-the-house-clean at all times. But I'm not talking about neat, I'm talking about:"oh my gosh there's a dirty fork in the sink! It's making our house look SOOOO HORRIBLE!!! MUST WASH IT IMMEDIATELY THEN DRY IT AND PUT IT AWAY!!!"
I didn't realize the ridiculousness of this until recently. Obviously there's a dish in the sink, twelve people live in this house for Pete's sake. I am becoming completely perfectionist about the house's cleanliness.
The Control-freak
Then there is also the Control-freak part. 
This is, I now realize, a direct result of the perfectionist in me. I am firm in the belief that if I didn't do it then I probably need to go make sure it was done correctly. This is often true when it comes to the cleanliness of a bedroom for a showing. For example, just because you sort of stretched out the sheets doesn't mean that the bed is made. The sheets can't be hanging to the floor and the blanket cant be all crumpled up. Obviously, though, like with everything else in my life, I go to the extreme. If my mother hired a cleaning lady I would follow her around and things would go as follows:Cleaning Lady: cleans bathroom
SFG: puts soap bottle in different corner of sink, straightens towel
CL: dusts piano
SFG: turns little statue on piano to a slightly different angle, takes music off and puts in piano bench
CL: cleans kitchen
SFG: moves a few things around, centers napkin-holder on table, straightens out benches.
This is not an exaggeration. ASK ANYONE.
The Sanguine
This is the worst one! I can't do anything for more than a few hours tops. None of my posts, for example, ever get finished because I start another one. And so for example, I am in my room. I pick up a book and put it away. I throw some laundry in it's basket and tidy a few other things but suddenly-- I'm tires of cleaning in here. Instead I shall begin a deep clean of my brother's bedroom. I do that partially until I decide what really needs my attention is that downstairs bathroom. The bathroom is almost clean when I get bored...I suddenly remember we need to mow the lawn! You get the idea.... Anyhow somewhere in here someone walked by the bathroom and decided to finish up since it's almost clean. I rush to stop them, hastening to explain that it has to be done just so...let me do it please. I can't clean just one thing....I run around until eventually everything is clean. By the end of the day I am exhausted and so I lay on the couch and ponder the wonder that no one but me ever cleans anything.....I wonder why.The Procrastinator
Yes, on top of this all I procrastinate. I leave things unfinished for later...but I want no one to finish them for me....after all, only I can do it right.
I know that I've got issues, but you guys are pretty messed up too...
And why have I written all this? Well, because I am intelligent enough to realize that while I have issues, everybody else is messed up too. That means that I can count on finding someone with each of my problems. And these people usually have advice on improvement. I know that every single one of these issues lead to occasions of sin. My perfectionist self needs to relax because after a day of trying to perfect a house with 11 children I am exhausted and grouchy. My control-freak is giving me millions of occasions for private pity-parties. I sit there and grouch about how "I do everything." My sanguine is just plain distracting, and my procrastination leads to sins of negligence since I obviously procrastinate my more important duties. So, with all her heart a Stick Figure Girl with issues is asking her messed up friends for advice. Help!
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