I am, in fact, a perfectionist. If things I set out to do don't turn out exactly the way I intended for them to be, I'm not happy. Sometimes, though, if it's something small, like hanging a picture, I'll just let it hang crooked if it wants to. Then if anyone asks me why it's crooked I'll say that's the way I intended for it to be, even though I was irritated with the fact that it was crooked when I was hanging it.

Don't ask.