I think it would be being a perfectionist. At first when I didn't have this depression, I didn't have this attitude about pleasure. Now that I have been through depression, I realize just how important pleasure is and how awful it is to lose your pleasure and I have become a perfectionist about pleasure as a result. I am completely fed up with depression and I feel that if I can't have the perfect pleasure I once had before I had this depression, then my life including me is worthless. I feel that if nothing can be perfect (just in the sense of me no longer having depression), then everything is worthless and I would sacrifice everything or end my life if the depression never went away.