You Know Your a Closet Pefectionist When . . .

your therapist calls and said you missed the appointment that morning and wants to know where you are, and you get all flustered like you got caught ditching class, and are panicked until she calls back and you get it worked out, after profusive apologizing. And then you realize a few hours later that she was mistaken but you keep checking to make sure you think it is the day it really is (and secretly you want to bring in your calendar the next week and all the proof that you always meet on Wednesday and not Thursday). In the voice of Superman struggling to hold up something huge, must keep everything perfect (shhh . . . and not let anyone know).