Perfectionism
is vampiric.
It grabs me.
Possesses me.
Shakes me apart.
Cuts me open.
Feeds on me.
Until every last drop
of my self-esteem
is depleted.
Perfectionism
is vampiric.
It grabs me.
Possesses me.
Shakes me apart.
Cuts me open.
Feeds on me.
Until every last drop
of my self-esteem
is depleted.
It is the saffron…
I don’t quite follow you.
Sorry, I thought you were in Sweden. Today is a day they hand out saffron bulla, which taste very strange…
Oh, I see. Actually I am in Sweden. This piece was actually inspired by a recent Arbetsförmedlingen related incident. I made the extremely stupid rookie mistake of ignoring one of their letters. You’d think after seven years, I’d know by now how to deal with them.
As for Lussebullar, they’re not that bad. It took me a few years to learn to like them, though. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by.