The chief characteristic of the self-censorious hyper-critical perfectionist is repressed anger. If he should find himself aligned with what he believes is just cause, the release of his rage feels better than sex.
The problem with being a perfectionist is that nothing is perfect. I cannot be a perfectionist without at the same time being humourless, self-righteous, impatient and lemon-faced.
Everything has a relative importance, as a horse does, or a blade of grass. But nothing matters absolutely.
For the perfectionist—hyper-critical, righteous, preoccupied with himself—a healing mantra: “I’m not that important.”