I get seriously angry at myself. The bigger the bone-headed mistake, the angrier I get. I have to go off somewhere in the house and occupy my mind for a few to several hours. I don’t talk until it passes. I do not take it out on anyone else, but GFs and SOs have left because they “couldn’t take the anger.”
Or it might have been the green skin.
I honestly don’t know. I’m just a pleasure to be around. Except for the farting possibly, but they don’t smell…
I clean and put stuff away at a much slower pace than most.
The pillow and blanket that I was all comfy on the couch with Sunday morning might not make it back to the closet until Thursday. As a result, I’m always surrounded by a non-zero level of clutter. It isn’t a lot of clutter, but always being at non-zero seems to irritate some cohabitants.
I almost never wash the dishes, but on the flip side, I almost always do the cooking.
I’m quite messy. I am always losing things.
I am prone to severe depression. My life grinds to a halt when I am very depressed, which sucks for anyone trying to function around me.
I’m very introverted. I get into moods where I don’t want to talk to anyone or do anything. I like my privacy.
Pretty much every roommate I’ve ever had thought I hated them because I didn’t talk much. Last year I lived for a few months with my very extroverted Aunt, who is basically my lifetime best friend; it drove her nuts I never came out of my bedroom. I like 99% of the people I have ever met, but when I’m at home, I just want to be alone.
For some reason my husband doesn’t count as a person in my ‘‘I need to be alone’’ moods. I am perfectly content with him around. It helps that he accepts that side of me 100%. Very rarely does he give me grief when I need to do my own thing.
Funny: My in-laws proposed visiting a while back, and we’ve gotten to know them very well since moving back to our home state. His Dad said, ‘‘We’d like to come over but I know you often need a break from people.’’ I said, ‘‘Don’t worry, you don’t really count as people.’’ It took a while to explain to my very extroverted SMIL why that was a compliment. 
I hope I don’t get mixed up and answer “probably the farting” in a job interview.
Except, apparently, apostrophes.