The relationship complex

If you're 35 years old and single, as I am, you could be forgiven for describing yourself as unlucky in love. That you haven't been dealt the right cards, or any number of other cliches. For me at least, that characterisation is untrue. There's nearly eight billion people on this planet, but finding unconditional and reciprocated love is extremely rare. I've been in love twice and count myself extremely fortunate. I am unmarried and without a family of my own. To be honest, I don't like it, but I do accept it as a consequence of decisions I have made. Recently I've wondered if our perception of love is shaped by our upbringing. If you have watched your parents part ways, it would stand to reason that your outlook on such matters is less idealistic. You know from first-hand experience that not everyone stays together. That life is unpredictable. The best laid plans, and all that. I was brought up in a loving home by two parents who got married very young, as wa...

The impossible pursuit of perfection


A common question asked by job interviewers goes along the lines of ‘what’s your biggest weakness?’ I always had a ready-made answer to this - that I’m a perfectionist. I thought it was a clever reply because I could argue that the positive aspects of it, such as striving to be a better version of myself, far outweighed the negatives. As a concept though, perfectionism is deeply flawed.

When I was young, I struggled with my appearance. My adolescence was not an easy time for many reasons, coming so soon after the death of my brother. Furthermore, I had also gone from being very popular at primary school to feeling completely out of my depth at secondary school. I was suddenly a very small fish in a very big pond. I needed braces to fix my wonky teeth. Many of my classmates towered over me and puberty arrived late. I’ve always looked young for my age. Even now I could pass for someone several years younger than I am. During my teenage years this left me very self-conscious. Girls weren’t interested and my self-confidence suffered as a result.

Negative remarks affected me very personally. Even today, two decades later, I still remember many of them. (Isn’t it curious that we never recall the positive ones with such ease?) In reality I looked perfectly normal, but I didn’t see it that way. What I saw in the mirror was the reflection of someone I didn’t like. Nowadays it would probably be classed as body dysmorphia and it caused me to do some crazy things to my face. Some days I struggled so badly that I was unable to leave the house and had to make an excuse about why.

Many people probably thought I was vain but to me it was insecurity. Although it may be more common in girls, it's definitely prevalent in boys. I didn’t choose to be that way and nor did I want to be. I’d have loved not to care about how I looked and how I thought others perceived me. But I couldn’t deal with the fact my face wasn’t symmetrical. My imperfections drove me mad. With age I’ve become more comfortable in my own skin, but even now I still have days when I hate what I see staring back at me. I've never liked being in photographs; they're a physical reminder of my flaws. I find video calls disturbing because my face is visible. 

The quest for perfection has manifested in different ways as my life has progressed. Many of these have only become apparent in recent times. It’s not just my personal life that has been affected, but also my career. I studied journalism at university and worked as a sports reporter for a local newspaper for three years. It was a job I adored and a time of my life I miss very much. Writing and sport are my two biggest passions, so to have a job that combined both was a dream come true. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do.

I hate failure and believe everybody should always try their best. And while this is in many ways an admirable quality, it certainly had its drawbacks in journalism. I wanted everything I wrote to reflect the best of my ability. My goal was for people to read my work and be impressed – it didn’t matter whether it was a back-page lead or a 50-word filler. Not in an arrogant way, I’d show-off by inserting big words into the text, many of which were completely superfluous. Everything I composed I re-read several times and tried to improve. However, in the fast-paced world of journalism, speed is important an attribute as accuracy and detail.

To a neurotic degree I hated the idea of making mistakes. Part of my job was to edit the sports section of a weekly newspaper and as such, what appeared on the pages was solely my responsibility. It was my name on it and my reputation on the line. After sending the pages off to the printer’s, I would often drive home obsessing over my work, spiralling into a negative mindset. Had I misspelled a word on the back-page headline? Would I be sacked if I’d made a glaring error? Of course, I did make mistakes from time to time, some of which were embarrassing, but no more than anybody else and nothing that would cost me my job. The old adage that today’s newspaper is tomorrow’s fish and chip paper is appropriate here.

The biggest issue with striving for perfection is that it’s almost impossible to be content with anything less. It’s as true in work as relationships, which is a subject I will delve into in future posts. If you believe that because something isn’t perfect, it must be wrong, then true happiness is unattainable - and that’s a very destructive mindset to have. By definition, human beings are flawed creatures. We need only look at the world around us for proof. Nothing on this planet is perfect and an acceptance of that is a lesson we all need to learn.

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