We are all perfectionists in one way or another. As for me, I rarely see it in myself until I sit down to write something other than an e-mail or a journal entry or a to-do list. I cannot just write a research paper for class. I must write an excellent research paper. Creative writing I do for pleasure must not simply be pleasurable; it must be perfect.
I wonder about these things in us, the things that bring out the perfectionist and the things that bring out the slacker. I love writing, but I also love cooking, and I am a slacker sort of cook (a happy, whole-hearted slacker). I am a poor housekeeper, but meticulously dust above doorways and all the floorboards.
I imagine we are all strange little spectrums and bursts of perfectionism and lax, some more this way or that. Some more steady, some more a jumble.
What brings out the perfectionist in you? What brings out the slacker?