yeah, this is going to be buried becsuce I’m a whack job. wahtever. I stand by the SH.
I’m very disorganized, and lose things easily. I think it’s 50-50 nature vs. nurture.
There are times when I get desperately lonely when I’m by myself, even for a few minutes. It doesn’t happen every time I’m alone, but the immensity of the feeling is breath-taking.
I tend to catastrophize. First sign of trouble, I imagine all sorts of disasters resulting.
I have a hard time connecting with people. I’ll like a person for a short period of time and then they’ll say or do something–usually really trivial, but sometimes not–and then suddenly I can’t bear to be around them. I have a high tolerance for quirkiness and general lameness, but I can’t tolerate meanness, whininess, snobbery, or extreme negativity. Or constant self-absorption. If all of our conversations involve you telling the same stories about mundane happenings in your life, with you taking about them like they are the Most Important Thing Ever, then my chances of connecting with you on more than a superficial level are slim. But because I won’t allow us to ever move beyond the superficial level, then it’s not really your fault we aren’t connecting.
The other personal problem I have is being open with people and genuinely sharing my emotions in a controlled way. It seems as if I’m an all or nothing type of person–either completely robotic and cold or crying in the fetal position with snot all over my face. I can feel a “little” angry or a “little” sad, but I can’t express these feelings effectively or even really talk about them without sliding off the edge. So most times I don’t go through the problem of expressing emotion. I steer clear of emotional situations and conversations and skate on the superficial surface of interpersonal interactions.
And then I go to therapy and try to figure myself out.
Nothing I guess as I’m practically perfect in every way. 
I’m too analytical, which is bad at certain times - I’m told.