weil einen braunen arsch zu haben ist wirklich das letzte.

das wählen in österreich ist ja meistens mehr eine übung zum arschauswischen; aber diesmal brauchts grad das besonders dringend.

looking at my life so far i'd classify myself as a facultative perfectionist, in contrast to my father who is an obligate perfectionist: i can (occasionally) call something 'good enough' and leave it at that (but i won't be happy), whereas he just cannot stop until the required degree of perfection is reached.

(of course there's also the dark side of any degree of perfectionist affliction: lots of things don't get started, at all, if you know or feel that you won't have the time/energy/whatever to finish it off perfectly and completely.)

where that data point fits into the nurture versus nature discussion i don't know.