Saturday 17 August 2024

The Twin Torments of Idealism and Perfectionism.

Since I’m a Myers-Briggs INFJ, it’s unsurprising that I’m both an idealist and a perfectionist, and both of those traits can be inconvenient.

Idealism frequently places the weight of frustration on your shoulders because few things are ever really ideal. This is becoming more of an issue in a world run increasingly by glitch-ridden technology put in place prematurely by greedy people who want to keep as much of the available money for themselves. And a combination of the internet – especially in the form of social networking sites, search engines, and a shamelessly biased media – encourages the abandonment of common sense and personal experience in favour of post-truth lies and misinformation. And then there's the fact that the world is run largely by people with strong psychopathic tendencies, as well as the state of the human condition generally which is worryingly flawed.

What’s more of a problem to me, however, is the scourge of perfectionism. Let’s coin a little sound bite here: Perfectionism is never saying ‘it will do.’ To a perfectionist, saying ‘it will do’ is akin to beating yourself over the head with a lump hammer and therefore to be avoided if at all possible. But suppose you’re also a depressive? People who suffer from true depression (I avoid the term ‘clinical depression’ for reasons beyond the scope of this post) naturally and frequently sink into a state of torpor out of which it is massively difficult to raise themselves. And in that state, the phrase ‘it will do’ is a natural and frequent antidote of sorts because there’s a fire inside your head which can only be extinguished by the cessation of unwanted effort.

I hope that’s explanation enough because it’s time for coffee and toast. Next up will be a brief note of incomprehension concerning Nigel Farage.

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