So… what flaws do have? None. How dare you propose that I am flawed… Okay, I’m a bit on the vain side.
I suck at dancing. I am uncoordinated, awkward, and have no sense of rhythm. But I love dancing, so I really don’t care about what others might describe as “untalented” or “clumsy”. I once accidentally stole a book from the library. I checked it out freshman year, thought I turned it in, and then found it two years later under my bed. Oops. (I did return the book eventually. I’m no crook.) When I was little we owned two cats. Me and my sister once had a competition to see who could hold a cat upside down by it’s tail for the longest. Needless to say, they scratched us and our parents were very displeased with us. I was an odd child. I didn’t learn the actual date of Christmas until I was like 11. I believed that elves lived in stoplights and that they decided when the light turned red. I also believed that if you screamed “GREEN LIGHT” loud enough they would hear you and change the light. I occasionally run into walls. I take annoying twenty minute showers because the shower is my thinking-place. I have an unreasonable dislike of maxi skirts, tiny pigs, and those so-called “artistic” photos where one object is in color and everything else is in black and white. I don’t like getting up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night because I’m still not totally convinced that monsters don’t exist in the dark. I sometimes zone out when my little sister is talking. At home I show no regard for others by singing at the top of my lungs even though I know that I’m a horrible singer. I never remember birthdays. I can be petty and rude and inconsiderate, and sometimes, I don’t even care because I spend too much time in my own head instead of sympathizing with the plights of others.
But if I had to pick my worst flaw or shortcoming, it would be my stubbornness. I’ve prolonged many an argument by refusing to admit defeat even if I knew that I was wrong. What’s the best type of milk? Who cares, right? I cared enough to argue about it for like two hours. (The answer is whole milk). I am just so unbelievably headstrong. This is very hard for me to admit because I typically maintain a very high opinion of myself. Unfortunately, this not-so-enviable quality of mine has lead to quite a few heated discussions with my mother. (She’s stubborn just like me, by the way). So I guess I really need to work on my stubbornness. But you had better not say anything about it because I’ll most likely take your well-meaning advice as an insult and then refuse to even recognize that sometimes I can be a bit unreasonable.
All the trivial stuff aside, I really am way to headstrong for my own good. It’s not that I don’t respect the opinions of others, I just tend to think that my ideas are more right. Sorry about that. Forgive me if I ever offend you.
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