Addiction for Perfection

This is the only goal we have to achieve, but what if my life did not make a mistake? Will I be more happy now? Life seems to be very crazy and ironic, so it is difficult to believe that everyone in the world can believe in perfect existence. In my life my reliance on perfection is not controlled so far. In order for me to achieve perfection, I have to do my best in everything I have tried.

I am an addict ... It is perfect. It is pleasant to the eyes. Without air breathing, treatment seems impossible. I used to be serious and intentionally drawn as a person whom everyone wanted me. Clothes size and title, boyfriend and brand name are gauges that I think is worth the opposite. They are my identities. Until it is not so. Work came. Weight changes. Your boyfriend does not necessarily become a style of her husband or brand. Life continues to move forward, at least, every day is irrelevant. However, if you lose your identity, life can not survive. No. So I have to do whatever an addict who needs freedom has to do. I must admit that I need to change, I must be the person who makes the change. I must find out who I should be.

I like it soon. As with grades, each work program seems to fully confirm my worth. New addiction growth I spend countless hours with programming alone. The long and complicated adventure game I developed developed a long time to solve the problem of solitude. One year, my happy solo show was interrupted by the group work needed to make a game. Of course, I arrogantly think I am better than the others of the team I make small contributions to others, such as writing most of the code and writing text content to be inserted in the game I assert that.

Over the years I have been increasingly aware of the increase in social media poisoning. I am always addicted, but as an expert who refused addiction it took me a long time to realize it. It is not surprising that social media companies have actively tried to make products addictive, but is not this essence of consumptionism itself? After 20 years of poisoning, calm has become my life, and I have noticed that myself is watching the use of social media from another perspective. One day, I promised not to use Facebook for a month at the moment of extreme mother's guilt, as my 6-year-old son in 2016 often complains about time spent on Facebook. I wrote my promise, signed it, dated it, and put it on the fridge.