There was this incident recently where GPP was due the next day and my group just did a draft, and we appointed an editor (a girl) to do some editing the day before it had to be handed in. The girl is neurotic and also a perfectionist and I assumed she spent what was left of her night after doing all her own work, editing the draft.

The next day she looked unwell and I said, "That's what you get for working on the GPP for wayyy to long" and she didn't reply and then later I overheard a conversation she had with another girl about girl stuff and I realised why she was looking unwell. omg what have I done.

Then recently during the camp I attended, I accidentally drank from someone else's waterbottle. For a guys' school it would be someone else's waterbottle. But in a mixed school it wasn't JUST someone else's water-bottle, it was a GIRL'S water-bottle. Ladies and gentlemen Damien just had his first kiss. EULCHWTFOMGBBQ+KETCHUPANDBAKUTAY. I feel so dirty.

I feel very offended when someone tells me to 'prioritise'. When I put something on top of another, I obviously regard one with greater importance than the other. So this guy comes along (normally a guy who's got something to do with the thing which I see as less important) and says, "Hey dimwit you're doing it wrong. I'm more important." They don't actually say that but it sure sounds like that to me. If you peel off all the layers of honey and sugar. Like finding a fossilised mosquito in the middle of your lollipop. Delicious, no?

Yeah all these bottle feelings got to go somewhere. Empathies to people who are vague all the time. Let me try: "You are ugly". Yeah feels much better. Everyone's ugly.

I think perfection is a vertical asymptote. You can get damn close to it but no one ever reaches it. It's still unfair that some people's perfection asymptote goes further down the x-axis than others.