My Life

*Works on paper all week.*

*Loses paper*

*Panics*

*Rewrites paper in a mad rush*

*Printer won’t print and can’t hand write paper*

*Runs to school to print paper*

*Get’s chastised and has phone taken away for a few days for getting so close to the cutoff.*

“Sam, that paper’s not due till next week.”

*Throws things.*

*Still can’t find old paper*

*turns in poorly written paper*

*Finds old paper.*

FIN

The Problem with Being a Perfectionist

“Hey are you almost done with that project?”

Yea, just have to put on some minor details.

*45 minutes later* FUCK YOU COMPUTER! GO FUCK YOURSELF IN THE ASS WITH A CACTUS! I JUST WANT TO ADD A DAMN SMEAR EFFECT ON THIS LETTER THAT DOESN’T LOOK LIKE SOMEONE DRAGGED THEIR ASS ACROSS MY ART! I’M NOT ASKING YOU TO READ MY MIND AND MAKE IT HAPPEN! JUST LET ME SMEAR THIS ONE LETTER IN ONE DIRECTION!

“Sam, it looks fine as is.”

Fuck you! It looks fine when I say it looks fine! This looks atrocious!

“I’ll come back later….” 

*Proceeds to continue whisper screaming at my monitor for the next hour.*

When you have this image in your mind and reality’s just like, “LOL NOPE”

So, I hate when you wanna draw something and you have this image in your head of how you want it to turn out. You’re like “THIS WILL BE BEAUTIFUL AND EVERYONE WILL BE JEALOUS!!”

How you think it’ll look:

How it turns out:

You see this shit?! (note, not actually art from me.) This shit makes me wanna flip tables and shank watermelons with rakes. What is this?! RAGE MODE ACTIVATE!