Is Everyone Obsessed With Finding the Perfect _____?
I'm an obsessive personality. If I love a writer, a band, a TV show, I think about it constantly. I surf the web for miniscule tidbits about it. I decorate my computer desktop with it.
But I've never, never in my life, been on a quest for the perfect __________. Sometimes I make the perfectly mixed protein shake, or happen upon the perfect spot for doing crossword puzzles in the shade, and I have had, in my years, a few absolutely perfect cups of coffee and I remember them to this day, but these things are accidentally perfect. Not only am I not a perfectionist overall, I don't think I've ever really actively pursued any kind of perfection. Does this mean I'm a cynic? Lazy? Less perfect than someone who wants to be perfect?
I ask because it seems that the NYT Styles section (yes, the bane of my existence*)and other pseudo-journalistic "this is how people are and live, aren't they funny" essays and such, and even on my favorite radio show, it seems that everyone is on some bizarre crusade for the perfect [insert extremely minute object] except me. Like this freak, seeking the perfect barbeque sauce.
I am starting to feel that I'm not enough of a striver. And I'm also starting to feel superior because I haven't invested much of my life into barbeque sauce.
*For a history of the term "bane of my existence", click here and scroll down to "Lassie Shut Up")