It seems to me like you’re looking way too deeply into it. Your flaw is that you don’t appreciate and respect women. If I was you I would consider a few things, first they are the life givers. Their bodies are literal portals to this world, and on top of that it was their idea to plant wheat and corn that brings food to the masses so they are symbols of fertility. That alone should earn your respect. You hate your mother? She brought you into this world, you are here on her good graces, be a man and maintain a good relationship with her at all cost or you will regret it when she’s gone. You hate your daughter? Her short comings are your failures as a father, you must give her the tools she needs to navigate in a world that’s hostile towards women. No matter how long you travel in the wrong direction it’s never too late to choose a different path, you can stop being a bitch at any time.

 

Without my meds I am very violent. The violence used to end in fighting but it has evolved into suicidal tendencies. Because I am still alive, I believe the attempts at suicide are calls for love and understanding and not death. My other serious flaw is my being an engineer and Marine. Everything has to stored in "the correct spot". We must live by the clock - leaving at 12:00 doesn't mean 12:01 or 11;59.

 

I'm a pathological complainer. I whine nonstop. There's just always something wrong, something hurting.

 

I’m always thinking about sex.

 

I am a terrible friend, in that I don't know how to be emotionally supportive. I thought I had learned how at one point, but people could tell it was not genuine. I'm great at providing other kinds of support, I'll help people out, I'm not selfish with my time, I'm even a great listener. But I probably cannot make you feel "related to".

 

My boobs are not the same size.
(But very few complain)

 

Truly? I'd want to examine them more closely to be sure -- I suspect they are each perfect

 

I am disorganized, and I procrastinate.

 

I put up with shit for too long and I give second and third chances. And never has that ever worked out for me lol. But when I’m done, I’m done. Even I learn my lesson sometimes.

 

I’m always on this site, lol!

 

This is weird but on my left foot 2 of my toes are webbed so I can't ware sliders

 

I don’t notice anything. But some people say I overreact and snap to quickly. They don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about.

I asked my wife if she thought I had any faults? She said only two. She said I never listen to her, and I forget what the other one was. It’s always my fault, that’s why I don’t listen to her.

My brother told me that I can be a little rude and insulting at times. Just because I told our aunt that she was no walk in the park and to put the fuckin Twinkie down, when she told me it looked like I put on a few pounds. I told him to blow me. He said she’s your aunt and you should show a little respect. I told him I’ll get her a tombstone for her birthday with an inscription saying, coming soon. She’s 90. I’m not insensitive. But what do you get a 90 year old person for their birthday? He was busting my balls , telling me to have a piece of her birthday cake. She didn’t blow out the candles, she spit the candles out.

I may be a little bit too honest. I don’t think that’s really a fault though. My girlfriend’s dad told me it was my fault for getting his daughter pregnant. She told me she thought I was the father, but she wasn’t sure

 

I care way too much for those who just don't give a fuck about me!

 

Too many

 

Not being able to get out of my head and thus being insensitive

 

I think you can tell a lot about a person by their flaws, or what they perceive as flaws.

A big one of mine is that I’m impulsive. But I’d say it’s also a good thing sometimes. I’m a woman of action! Just sometimes I act before I think it all the way through lol.

 

I guess I am a little impulsive when a quick action is needed.
The tourist was not hurt bad when they hit the street outside my shop but she nicely gave me back what she hid in her pocket.

 

My tolerance for grownups that are brats is very low.
And it makes me very mean.
I’ve tryed to work on it but I cant stand an uptight spoiled grownup. I half to work on not letting sludge come out of my mouth when I’m mad.

 

My curiosity. Some may call me nosy lol. But I love to know everything about everything. I don’t let it become obsessive though. But mysteries can make me crazy sometimes.

And sometimes ijdgaf

 

I don't like big crowds. Always need my back to the wall so I can observe what is going on. Always a corner table at resturants with my back to the wall!