The older i get the more the bullshit's out of your arse you call a life

It's well stated, you shit yourselves over my brain, insulting me, and all the while I'm pissed at those names, and then you're the one who stuffs up and acts stupid, so let's define what perfectionism means: the tendency to demand standards of excellence. Now what does that mean? It means I don't just say/think I'm perfect, I demand that the optimal expectations of my perfecting standards are met. That means the exacting tasks of working repeatedly on my tasks and not accepting anything less than my best mind, physique, material and spirituality, insisting on it until there's nothing left but a precise persistence in continuing it consistently and compulsively despite opposition because like a mother said to her son, "you're perfect", that can cause belief in that all the time for life, and before you say I'm not perfect I have to say you don't get to say that, I have exacting standards, that means the wasted years become the perfected years, it doesn't need correcting. What oddity is that? The time you were even the perfect precise military drilling was the best moment of your life! As I got older it got worse, more humiliating, do you understand the pain of all things you're trying to kill, even the weirdos you don't take seriously who may seem like a pain in the backside to you? I'm through with you, there's no advice I can stomach from a blind jackass who thinks his want to be bloody angry is justified. Is it too much to ask when I say you should give me a chance without throwing that brain in the trash like a stupid stubborn caveman? It's not crap what I do, it's brilliant, and furthermore you don't impress me with your false will not to muck around, you're tampering against my system, therefore you're not to mess with the system I invented, if you mess with me it's going to kill you. You create moving on with your life not worrying about that fancy lecture of mine, no, what you need is to wake up and know that a perfectionist, a logical person, a Puritan didn't stuff up, it's you.