"Hulking, smashing, I come crashing,
nothing like when I was small.
I am unstoppable, I am the cannonball.
That feeble coward that you knew,
has undergone an overhaul.
I am unstoppable, I am the cannonball

And everyone will say it's just an accident,
like some mishap or a tragedy.
I think that failure has a purpose,
and I don't believe it's chance if I fall.
And I know that if I ever do fall, He will catch me.
And if He ever lets me fall down,
for the good of those who believe Him,
He will make me into a cannonball.
Unblemished, and faultless.
A burning luminescence.
Unequaled precision, beyond your scope of vision.
Cannonball."

“Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor.”
-Anne Lamott

Attempts at perfection seems to so often turn into a pointless battle of egotism and self-righteousness that ends with me saying "screw it" and slamming my head on my desk.

I am going to stop this, if nothing more than to just save on having to buy so much Excedrin.