When I answer an email and I'm short on time, I'll still look it over several times before sending it. I made myself a small purse and I didn't want to create a pattern, no, I just got the design in my head and eyeballed my cuts. But one of the pieces didn't look straight at the bottom so I trimmed it...and trimmed it just a little more but I had to stop before I trimmed it down to nothing. If I know only one part of a song and my husband happens to pick that one part out of that one song to sing, I'll correct him if he gets a word or note wrong. Good grief.
The biggest problem is there isn't a word for what I am! If there were, I'd feel much better but I'm not really a perfectionist or I would have started all over on my sewing project. I'm not really OCD, that I know of. I just have these moments of...weirdness.
Maybe I'm just human.
(and because I want to get back to what I was doing before I so rudely interrupted myself to write this post, I didn't take the time to proofread it. Wait a minute. Am I ADD?)