Perfectionism

I'm a perfectionist in every minor, useless, absurd detail. Especially in details, because perfection seems attainable there.

This morning I nearly achieved it. After twenty minutes of fumbling with tweezers, there it was: perfect symmetry. Still, it wasn't as satisfying as I'd hoped. Why? I gave this some thought and came to two conclusions:
 

1. Focusing on details interferes with the big picture.

2. It's hard to look serious without eyebrows.