When I was living in CA, my neighbors were from Japan. Everything they did had to be done perfectly or it would be dishonorable. The mom spent more time making her kid's lunches picture perfect then I did cooking all week. The family was inspiring and super people but the perfection was maddening to be around. I did strive more to do the little things as perfect as I could to get a nod from the mom and I felt I was being disrespectful to her friendship if I didn't try.