I tend to give unsolicited advice , yet I despise when others do it to me. I’m working on overcoming that tho.
I also have an uncontrollable urge to “straighten up” other peoples homes when I visit. I start out thinking to myself -“Oh, I’ll just empty this ashtray for them” and before long, I’m scrubbing their kitchen down. Mind you, my SO loves this habit of mine !
I’m lazy. I’m a lousy housekeeper. I’m way too impatient with my son. My sense of humor can be mean-spirited. I’m a spendthrift. I don’t call my mom often enough. I can’t let things go, like past mistakes I made, or slights from others. I actually like that song about America by Lee Greenwood. I procrastinate.
Ditto.
See how lazy I am?
I’m absolutely lazy when it comes to housework, unless I’m on a sugar high, adrenaline rush or just disgusted with how the house looks.
I hate smalltalk. I can make it for short periods of time, but more often then not I sit in a corner and listen only to interject when I feel I have something to say.
I worry too much. Way, way too much. Which is probably why I have problems with feeling the world closing in on me. Especially now as I cannot seem to go out and have fun in the slightest bit at any time. And haven’t since December.
I like to sleep… lots. I love to learn but hate to work.
Pha I dunno what else.
I am very impatient in traffic as well. If someone hesitates for even two seconds at a green light, I find myself saying something like "Go, you (fill in the blank) with varying degrees of vehemence, depending on my mood. If they pull out in front of me on the highway, I like to maintain speed and fill up thier rearview mirror before slowing down. If they take too long turning right to get off the road, I ride their bumper. If they turn across my lane of traffic I like to maintain speed and cut it closer than they want. I never speed up…I just don’t slow down. The idea is to punish inconvieniencing me with the sudden fear of a near miss. Don’t impede my forward progress with slow driving or stupidity and we’ll be just fine.
You’re in Chicago, you say? Please come over for dinner.
I’m a slob. Things get dropped where I’m standing. I can’t seem to motivate myself to lose the ten or so pounds that I would like to lose because I like the couch too much and I love eating absolutely everything. I make fun of my SO in front of friends until he has to tell me to stop, because he’s such a good straight man that I can’t resist. I hate the obligation of working but I lack the discipline to do what I love to do and make a career out of it. I sometimes think I don’t give my son enough but indulge myself too much. I love my son so much that I’m afraid of getting married and having someone else be as important to him as I am. I am bitterly jealous of beautiful women who always look perfectly put-together and are coolly at ease with themselves when I am a yammering, fiddly, unkempt twit with very little that’s good to say. I worry that I’m not good enough or kind enough to people I love. I really think that enough money will fix most if not all my problems. When people say they like me I don’t believe them. The only person I really, truly believe likes me is my SO, and can’t imagine why he does though I’m immensely grateful for it. I’ve done things I’m not proud of so I’ve told tremendous lies that I’m terrified will be exposed and everyone will hate me or be disappointed in me. People tell me I’m wasting my potential, and I believe them. I start things looking for some sort of epiphany or revelation or inspiration, and when they fail to change my life immediately, I give up on them.
I’m working on the socially inept part.
I procrastinate.
I eat too much.
I have a terrible memory. I mean, I can tell you off the top of my head that Aeschylus was born in 525 B.C. and died in 456 B.C. (watch that be wrong), and stuff like that, but I usually don’t know where I put my car keys. Or my glasses. Or my driver’s license. Or my medicine. Nor can I remember to do a lot of things when I’m supposed to–like take out the trash every Monday morning or pay the rent on the 7th (fortunately, I have an understanding landlord).
Sometimes when people ask how I’m doing or, worse, what I think, I tell them. I really tell them. I know I’m not supposed to, but sometimes I can’t help it. I swear, if you don’t want to know, then don’t ask. I realize this goes against a sort of implicit social understanding and that people really don’t want to know what’s on my mind when they ask me what’s on my mind, but still . . . Aw well. Related to this tendency of mine is the fact that I’m not necessarily ashamed or embarassed to talk about certain things that other people keep secret . . . except money. I don’t like to talk about my finances with people AT ALL.
I’m still not sure what I want to do when I grow up.
Some people would probably think I’m a pervert if they only knew . . . but then again, I think those people are prudes, so who cares? 
I’ve been told I’m too generous, whatever that means.
My wife tells me that I hold myself to too high a standard in some areas (like my grades, for example), and other people to too high a standard in other areas (competence, professional ethics). Despite this, I get the impression that many people think I’m too laid back.
I can’t dance. I won’t even try.
Occassionally, when I’m just sitting around the house doing nothing, and my wife is nearby, and I become aware that my daughter is taking a dump, I will get up and go to the bathroom . . . or remember that I have some business to do across town . . . or something . . . Yes, I know. In my defense, I’m the one that lost four hundred hours of sleep last year walking up and down the halls at 2:30 a.m. while my little bundle of joy cried her eyes out.
Most of my posts are examples of bad grammar, even though I really do know how to write.
I’m shy. Most people would disagree, but I really am.
Sometimes when I get angry I like to get me a stray cat, a bottle of tabasco sauce, a package of razor blades, and . . .
I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Actually, I like animals, and often I enjoy their company better than that of humans . . . which is probably indicative of some kind of flaw itself.
I often make my posts much too long.
Well I tend to hate myself. I expect myself to be perfect, and when I fail I hate myself for failing. I have a therapist helping me sort this out.
I’m also an attention whore, as Since I tend to look at myself as a worthless shit, I find if I can gain attention by making someone laugh or smile then I don’t feel so worthless.
Cheers, Bippy
Well, I have a ground flaw and a first flaw. I’m not sure whether the basement counts as a flaw though.
On the one hand, after reading this thread, I am grateful. I have the gift of small talk, and not just about weather. I can usually have a decent, amusing snippet of conversation with almost anyone- this is because I know a little bit about a lot of things, am willing to listen to very nearly anything, and I generally like people.
The downside to this (and there’s always a downside…) is that when I’m nervous, intimidated, or remotely uncomfortable I run off at the mouth. The more uncomfortable I am, the less intelligent I come across. I cannot hold my tongue to save my life, and I wonder at how I have any friends left at all after some of my more memorable attacks of verbal incontinence.
I also, in the interests of getting people to like me (I admit, I’m an approval whore) will back down or temper my opinions. What can I say? I like agreeing with people, and there’s certainly nothing wrong with flexibility, but I don’t respect myself when I go all noodle-y. I’m always wondering whether I’ve missed the battle I ought to have stood for.
Not done yet- “this is because I know a little bit about a lot of things”…corrollary being “and I’m never an expert in anything.” Even topics that I’m interested in slip out of my memory the instant I’m not using them. I pick up skills and facts very quickly, and lose them even faster. Isn’t there a really great quote about “If I knew now, even a portion of what I’ve already forgotten…” Sigh, see with the memory?
Gundy put my deepest fears down rather handily-
Every time I find something new and interesting (and I find almost everything interesting) I feel that “this will be different, it will be so absorbing that I will be driven to become an expert!” and then two weeks later it will join the 312 other “mildy useful for smalltalk purposes at a cocktail party” topics stored in my head.
And these are some of the faults that I’m CONSCIOUS of…great.
And I have a “…” problem too…
I bite my nails really badly.
I take things way too seriously at times - I can freak out if things don’t go exactly as I expect them to. I spazz myself out thinking about the worst consequences of something that hasn’t even happened - immense paranoia.
Very shy. Tend to internalize problems - I worked with my best friend, so she used to actually tell my boss when I was cracking, because I wouldn’t say it.
Susan
I’m very impatient. Very outspoken. Very aggressive. Ugh.
I’m also very hard on myself and also internalize problems.
I’m overly compassionate with animals (is that a crime?!?)
What a head-case I am!
No social skills. It’s taken me three years to become good friends with one group of people. (I’m branching out though…I dare say I’ve made two new friends within the past 6 months).
I read too much. It has also been suggested I read too swiftly, though I do not think this is a fault. I finished Atlas Shrugged in a little over 8 hours, and was chastized for it. (I thought it was slow…)
I’m agressive physically and mentally, I’m impatient, which often leads to the being agressive.
I overthink things, and tend to be quite emotional. I develop swift and firm attachments to people, and woe unto thee who tries to take them away.
I know some things I do are unhealthy, yet I make no effort to stop them.
I have no self esteem. zero, zip, zilch.
I’m a geek. Incurably so. I love chemistry, literature, and philosophy. I’ve spent many late nights arguing about any and all of these things to fellow geeks, that trying to count how many people I’ve put to sleep would require a supercomputer. 
I have a bitter, sarcastic, and crude sense of humor that often offends others.
I have big feet.
I like two of Missy Elliot’s songs.
I don’t blame Metallica for what they did.
…I could go on posting forever…
Did I mention, despite the non-existant self-esteem, I’ll rant about my life to anyone with a sympathetic ear?
No? oh, well then, I’ll rant about my life to anyone with a sympathetic ear.
No kidding? I never would have guessed.
Sorry. Someone had to pick up on that. Poor lost little punch line, separated at birth from his brother, straight. Someone had to reunite them. Is it a flaw in my character that I see things that way? (Well, not the silliness. The inability to leave a punch line on the floor.) I don’t see it that way, but some people probably do.
I, too, suck at “small talk”, but I don’t see that as a character flaw. Making small talk is a skill, like accounting. Lacking either skill is not a character flaw. Either skill may be useful, but I don’t care enough to make the effort, in either case.
What I consider my worst flaws are my lack of tolerance for fools, assholes, and injustices. (Kinda shows in my choice of phrasing, doesn’t it.) I’m working on the first of these. I suppose I should work on the second, and sometimes I try. But, sometimes I don’t. And, I see no reason to do anything about the third.
I’ve been told I’m too hard on myself, which I don’t see as anyone else’s problem, and I’m not sure whether it’s a flaw, or not. I guess the problem comes when I’m in a bad mood as a result of this, which makes me even less tolerant, which takes me back to that one.
Oh, and procrastination and laziness, but I can’t be bothered to deal with those, right now.
A better question for me might be, “What aren’t your flaws?”
As you can see from that, low self esteem is my biggest flaw…
I think.
This one is your SO’s flaw, not yours. (Did I include judgmental in my list of my own flaws? ;)) We need more friendly, wacky, extroverted people, not fewer.
My greatest flaw is that I’m utterly obsessed with all my minor ones.
My dicks too big.
My memory sucks.
My dicks too big.
Another small talk dummy here. Actually my social skills are decent, but people have to ask me several questions about myself before I’ll open up and make chit-chat.
I’m hopelessly unsympathetic to people who are sick. I don’t mean cancer or HIV patients, but people who are hypochondriacs, or just have illnesses in general. When I grew up I was forced to “suck it up and get on with your life” so this carries over quite strongly to my adulthood.
Definitely snack n’ gorge too much. I would be my ideal, healthy weight if I could stop completely gorging on snacks and sweets every day. But I just can’t stop eating. But then I get angry with people who are overweight and complain about their health conditions that could be resolved by just losing weight.
I get ferociously annoyed with people who use “uh” or “um” a lot when they talk. My husband unfortunately does this sometimes and I get really pissed off at him.
I’m a really bad procrastinator, too, and will often lie about work projects being “in progress” when I haven’t even started them. But there’s no good reason why I can’t start them, I just don’t feel like it yet.
I get very angry with people who are picky eaters. Why the hell can’t they just TRY something to see if they like it.
Sometimes I won’t read a book for 6-9 months at a time and will spend my evenings watching tv or surfing the net.
I tend to immediately rebel against anything that’s currently a trend or popular just because it’s trendy and popular, even if I really do enjoy it secretly.
I can be somewhat of a know-it-all.
Having to hear my cow-orkers talk too loud on their phones and laugh out loud a lot annoys me very much.
Hubris.