When not to blog
So this is a discourse on why they should not allow perfectionists to start a blog.
For over two weeks I've been meaning to post. First it was something that says Happy Christmas, Happy Channukah, Merry New Year. Then I wanted to post about my Chrismukah celebration in ..."Yes, Virginia, there is a yarmul-klaus." [For photographs of Yarmulkes click here, for a scholarly explanation of what a Yarmulke is click here. For the R rated Yarmulkebras click here. Then I wanted to explain on my blog what Channukah is all about (but that would give credence to the importance of this meaningless holiday). Then I wanted to wish everyone a safe and Happy New Year. Then I wanted to tell everyone about the two parties I had to attend this weekend. Then I wanted to tell everyone about the visit to my aging relatives in D.C. Then I wanted to go into another one of my serious discourses on friendships. Then I wanted to tell everyone about my six hours online in search of the best price for a flight to a far away country (details to follow). Then I wanted to tell everyone about what I got for Channukah. Then I wanted to tell everyone about my latest cold/bronchitis/flu/shoot-me-now illness. Oh, and let's not forget the post I've been meaning to write about my surgery (how could I forget).
But here's the problem - I'm a perfectionist.
If I cannot spend an hour or two writing a perfect post with no grammar mistakes, no typos, no spelling errors, no logical problems with sequence of events, and posts filled with humour, observant revelations, interesting anecdotes or serious shit - then forget it, I'd rather not write at that moment.
Those who follow this blog will cleverly observe that obviously I've let down some of my standards of perfectionism for the sake of posting. Humour probably suffering the most.
It's not really a problem of being a perfectionist as much as being a narcoleptic perfectionist. Every time I even think of doing something perfect, I fall asleep. For years I thought it was a sudden attack of depression. But I've recently come to the realization that perfectionism simply exhausts me. (This revelation came to me about an hour ago).
So for the sake of perfectionism and exhaustion - you don't get to hear my post of Ho Ho Oy, 'til I recover from this ailment. Sorry to disappoint those who were looking for a good mix of Chrismukah last week.
For over two weeks I've been meaning to post. First it was something that says Happy Christmas, Happy Channukah, Merry New Year. Then I wanted to post about my Chrismukah celebration in ..."Yes, Virginia, there is a yarmul-klaus." [For photographs of Yarmulkes click here, for a scholarly explanation of what a Yarmulke is click here. For the R rated Yarmulkebras click here. Then I wanted to explain on my blog what Channukah is all about (but that would give credence to the importance of this meaningless holiday). Then I wanted to wish everyone a safe and Happy New Year. Then I wanted to tell everyone about the two parties I had to attend this weekend. Then I wanted to tell everyone about the visit to my aging relatives in D.C. Then I wanted to go into another one of my serious discourses on friendships. Then I wanted to tell everyone about my six hours online in search of the best price for a flight to a far away country (details to follow). Then I wanted to tell everyone about what I got for Channukah. Then I wanted to tell everyone about my latest cold/bronchitis/flu/shoot-me-now illness. Oh, and let's not forget the post I've been meaning to write about my surgery (how could I forget).
But here's the problem - I'm a perfectionist.
If I cannot spend an hour or two writing a perfect post with no grammar mistakes, no typos, no spelling errors, no logical problems with sequence of events, and posts filled with humour, observant revelations, interesting anecdotes or serious shit - then forget it, I'd rather not write at that moment.
Those who follow this blog will cleverly observe that obviously I've let down some of my standards of perfectionism for the sake of posting. Humour probably suffering the most.
It's not really a problem of being a perfectionist as much as being a narcoleptic perfectionist. Every time I even think of doing something perfect, I fall asleep. For years I thought it was a sudden attack of depression. But I've recently come to the realization that perfectionism simply exhausts me. (This revelation came to me about an hour ago).
So for the sake of perfectionism and exhaustion - you don't get to hear my post of Ho Ho Oy, 'til I recover from this ailment. Sorry to disappoint those who were looking for a good mix of Chrismukah last week.
posted at
1/03/2006 09:01:00 PM
2 Comments:
You're a perfectionist? Could have fooled me. ;)
One thing I've noticed about perfectionists is they spend too much time thinking and not enough time letting loose. Not directed towards you specifically, but to perfectionists in general.
My son's a perfectionist. he drives me nuts sometimes. I have no idea where he gets it from, because I'm not one at all and neither is my wife.
Being mistake free takes too much time. I say, just try to make less mistakes than the next guy and you're doing fine. ;)
Happy blogging. It helps I just had a fat martini.
Happy New Years Mybrid!
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The Zombieslayer, at 1:04 AM, January 06, 2006
ZS, you're absolutely right in your observation that we spend too much time thinking and not enough time letting loose. But as some of my very close friends will testify, I'm making progress at getting rid of this tendency. Some may even argue that I've made a major breakthrough!
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Mybrid, at 9:46 AM, January 06, 2006
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