Filed under: On This Day in Old Timey Days | Tags: baseball, perfection, problems with me
:: July 21 . 1964 ::
Future baseball Hall-of-Famer and U.S. senator Jim Bunning pitches a perfect game for the Philadelphia Phillies, the first perfect game in the National League in 84 years.
Those who know me may not consider me a perfectionist as I normally have food in my hair, I often end my sentences in prepositions and I honestly don’t do much at all. But, in my imperfect little heart, I desire absolute compliance with my utopian ideals.
Knowing that perfection is not a logical or sustainable choice really does nothing to deter my unconscious.
Instead of beginning and succeeding at projects, I set my sights on the infallible end goal. Any failure on my part to live up to my expectations causes such projects to be forgotten.
Perfection only exists in math.