I am seriously an asshole. I am so anal about stuff the stuff I own and the condition that its in, that if its not in perfect condition and/or has a single mark on it, even if so so minor its always on my mind and bothers me. For instance, I recently had to send in my car two times to get new hinges done on my door and cover some scratches. The first time they did it well, but the fuckin mechanic never bothered checking everything before calling me to pick it up, so I was surprised with another problem (that wasnt there before). So I had no choice but to bring it in again. I was quite pissed to say the least. I just got my baby back for the second time this morning and I was literally worried to death last night, on what I would be getting back. Well the door seems fine now, but now Im so literally obsessed with it acting up again because its happened before. Now, its always on my mind. And they were able to fix most of the scratches, a few minor ones they werent able to completely buff out 100%, but you can only tell if you look super super closely in bright light, and most people wouldnt even notice or care about them. THats how minor they are, but to me even the slighest mark, the size of a spec of dust would bother me endlessly. Since Im so anal about my high prized posessions, I always expect my stuff to be in 100% tip top perfect shape. Like everytime I have someone in my car, Im always worried they will bang up my door when they get out. Or if other cars park too closely, always worried someone will ram their door into mine. I dont know what it is, its almost like I cant seem to live with a product that isnt perfect. It makes me sad, mad, dissapointed, depressed when my expensive toys are not in 100% shape/working order. Would you consider this materialistic? I do, very much so! And this is not just the condition Im talking about. Like I said, the door with my car, even though its been fixed. It will still always be on my mind "will it happen again" worried And knowing that its been fixed on, makes it feel degraded and not new like before. I have my 84yr old grandpa in the hospital, as he has liver cancer. His kids are worried to death about him. My mother has been visiting him in the hospital every single day after work for the past 2 weeks because she is so worried on his condition. She sacrifices sleep, food, sits hours on end in the waiting room (on a work night) just to go see her father. That is something that people should worry about, not my pathetic materialistic problems. That just goes to show just how messed up I am right now. When I cant even go a single day or hour without it on my mind. Something so unessecary and foolish.