You can’t believe how many times I’ve heard the word “crazy.”
Crazy for that A, or in some cases, A+.
Crazy for dance. Crazy for praise.
Crazy for perfection.
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Now, don’t look at me like that.
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Fine.
I’ll admit it.
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I’m a perfectionist.

But is wrong to be a perfectionist? When it comes to grades, dancing, singing, or projects, I can’t be satisfied with myself until it is what I consider to be “perfect.” Surely, it is like my natural instinct to try my best in everything I do. This doesn’t necessarily mean that I am the best in everything, I just try really, really hard. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that other people don’t try, it’s just that I give everything my 110%. I have to be prepared, or more like, overly prepared. Some people say that this is one of my strong points, however, I think the opposite. Being a perfectionist is tiring both mentally and physically. When one spends an hour to write an essay, I spend three (writing it, proofreading it, proofreading it a second time, a third time, a fourth time…well, you get the idea, right?). Just ask any of my friends, none of them will say that I am naturally smart. What they will say is that I make a tremendous effort in everything I do, always being committed. They know for a fact that I spend most of my lunch time studying for that upcoming quiz, test, or presentation. Now, it isn’t even unusual for me to miss lunch! My friends know that on days like this I’m either at the library, art room, or dance room. This is how I am, always striving to give everything my all, even if the results may not be perfect each time.

But you know what? No one is perfect, absolutely no one. Everyone has their own flaws and weaknesses, which make them even more beautiful. I have no hard time admitting that I am not perfect and I can never be. Some people may have high expectations for me, like where I might get into college, or my career. But I don’t want to get ahead of myself, in fact, I don’t even know what I want to be. Right now, I just want to focus on my current studies, making memories with my friends, and just having a good time this very moment. I don’t want to regret not trying hard for an assignment, but I also don’t want to regret not making any memorable memories of my high school life.
To perfectionists, life can feel short, since there is so much to do in so little time. But, I guess I’m not a 100% perfectionist. Life is boring if you have to be perfect. I feel that life is long, or at least long enough for me to enjoy it and spread my wings.
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So, watch out world, here comes the imperfect perfectionist!