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Jamesbond
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- May 27, 2020
- 26
Does anyone else heap pressure on themselves to be perfect at everything they do, to the point everything you do becomes unenjoyable.
I had lots of hobbies as a young person. And now I can't even bare thinking about them because I made mistakes at them.
I know it's completely irrational but my brain just tells me everything is shit.
The latest example of this is, I had a stay in hospital about 5/6 years ago, I met this guy who was incredible at drawing, and he taught me some basic stuff, I did 3 or 4 pictures in my stay at the hospital and when i came home I became obsessed with it. Watching endless videos investing in good equipment, and seeing the flaws in my last drawings. Within a few attempts I was drawing things closer to photo realistic quality, that most people would no doubt be happy with, but then I made a mistake on one of my drawings, never finished it and my brain was stuck in a cycle of telling me how shit I was, to the point i gave away my crayons and gave up.
It's been a constant pattern in my life.
If I'm fixated on cutting the grass it has to be perfect, even though I can go 5 years without having a shower or a shave, everything else has to be right or my brain beats me up.
I had lots of hobbies as a young person. And now I can't even bare thinking about them because I made mistakes at them.
I know it's completely irrational but my brain just tells me everything is shit.
The latest example of this is, I had a stay in hospital about 5/6 years ago, I met this guy who was incredible at drawing, and he taught me some basic stuff, I did 3 or 4 pictures in my stay at the hospital and when i came home I became obsessed with it. Watching endless videos investing in good equipment, and seeing the flaws in my last drawings. Within a few attempts I was drawing things closer to photo realistic quality, that most people would no doubt be happy with, but then I made a mistake on one of my drawings, never finished it and my brain was stuck in a cycle of telling me how shit I was, to the point i gave away my crayons and gave up.
It's been a constant pattern in my life.
If I'm fixated on cutting the grass it has to be perfect, even though I can go 5 years without having a shower or a shave, everything else has to be right or my brain beats me up.