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The Stigma that Created by Us

Humans were born with a lot of different talents, skills, and capabilities from the Lord. It is called as gifts that made everyone unique. As we grow up, it is matters whether we use those gifts or not. Some people love drawing when they were a child but choose on music when they are mature. But some people don’t. Some people love to challenge their self, and some people choose to stay still. In fact, what we are now is created by the talents, skills, and capabilities that we sharpen throughout our life.


Mostly, a person that was born in the middle of a strict family will become a strict person too. In fact, he / she will become as hard as a stone and willing to do anything to get his / her aims, though he / she needs to climb the 200 m tree (okay, this is so hyperbola). And it is different from being spoiled, though. That person needs logical reasons to make him / her stop to accomplish the aims. If that person thinks that it can be done, well… it is.

We live in a world where stigma was created among the people. A person will be called as the smart one if he / she gets A in every subjects, a girl will be called as beautiful if she has white fair skin and slim body, a boy will be called as music genius when he could play classical songs, a person will be called as stupid when he / she gets F, etc. As if people makes no room for a MISTAKE, even for a slight one. People seek for PERFECTION in the other people. But the truth is, nobody is perfect. Yes, we are the perfect creature among the other creatures that created by the Lord, but it does not mean that we are perfect if it is compared to another people, aren’t we?

Apakah karena masyarakat selalu melihat kesempurnaan seseorang dan akan selalu mencecar kesalahan mereka adalah salah satu penyebab terciptanya seorang perfeksionis?

Well, maybe it could be.


Then, there are perfectionists. Perfectionist DOES look for a PERFECTION, but it is for their own pleasure. It is a disorder that made your brain did 100 times better than anyone else. If a perfectionist failed to do so, it is really stressful for them. A perfectionist is actually just a fragile and vulnerable person. A perfectionist is a coward who afraid of the other people opinion about them, because he / she is not strong enough to hear people barking their mistakes. It makes their world crumble apart.

Menurut saya, sebenarnya stigma ‘sempurna’ dari masyarakat terhadap para perfeksionis memang diciptakan para perfeksionis itu sendiri.

Being a perfectionist is like riding on a roller coaster. Sometimes it could make you fly high, or it could make you have a heart attack. Being a perfectionist makes you learn that you could not just pleased everyone (you have to control your ego, seriously!) and sometimes (mostly) it is hard for perfectionist to accept. Being a perfectionist makes you overcome the struggle of working in team because not anyone is agree with your opinions -though you think the opinions are magnificent-.
But there is the self anxious of the perfectionist, when they know that they are not THAT perfect but everyone is EXPECTING MORE from them. At the end, a perfectionist knows that they are only a human in the tiny universe. They want to scream, “I AM NOT PERFECT SO PLEASE STOP EXPECTING TOO MUCH! I COULD MAKE YOU DISAPPOINT AT ME AND I DO NOT WANT THAT TO HAPPEN!”

And sometimes, they whisper…
“Could you please stop talking about my grades? I am not a robot that could have all As, I could have one A- to couldn’t I?”

Being a perfectionist… is exhausting.

Yes, I stigma myself as a perfectionist.

I know that a perfectionist is an annoying disorder, but I do not want to change. This is me, and I could survive until now. I love for being born this way.

Love,
A perfectionist that scream, “I am not perfect so stop expecting too much.”

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