Alright, I’ll bite. ‘Cause I’m a sucker for self-analysis.
My worst flaw is that I care too much, work too hard, and give too much of myself for others. No, really.
(And that earns a gigantic snort of derision. Please, drop the tomatoes. I’ll try to be honest now.)
In an effort to answer this prompt with something resembling the truth, allow me to share with you a recent conversation I had with Jon. This transpired after a bantering session in the car. Later that night, after the bantering ended with both of us being mildly amused and the conversation dropping, the night toned down into one of those nights where I’m on the computer and Jon is hobby-ing it up with the paints downstairs. After reading for awhile, something he said in the car takes a hold of my brain. I start picking over it and analyzing it and getting incredibly angry that he would say such a thing. How he said it is gone. The context in which he said it is gone. All that’s left is anger that he said it at all.
So I traipse downstairs, grab the tobacco, and bring it back upstairs, knowing that he will be up eventually to take it back. That’s right, ladies and gents. This lady went agro, and then she went passive aggressive agro, and then she fumed for another half hour while waiting impatiently for her loving, wonderful boyfriend to fall into her trap. And when he did, here’s what happened:
Agro Grilfriend: Why would you say something like that?
Agro Girlfriend: Seriously, who the fuck says that shit?
Jon: What the…
Agro Girlfriend: (Using my, ‘This is what you should be saying’ voice) Oh, I’m sorry Wendy, I didn’t realize I hurt your feelings.
Jon: Um… Can I have the tobacco?
Agro Girlfriend: I mean, that is a seriously fucked up thing to say! I know you were joking, but please, just acknowledge that was going a bit far?
Jon: Anything else you want to script out for me tonight?
Agro Girlfriend: I just wish you cared about my feelings, damn it!
Jon goes back downstairs, shaking his head, wondering when his sane girlfriend will come back to replace the paranoid nutso currently sitting in his bedroom.
So my worst flaw is the fact that I literally go insane with paranoia, hatred, and fear at inexplicably random moments.
I honestly don’t know what else there is to say about that. That I’m working on it? It took me so long to realize that I did it at all, and even longer to realize that I am rarely, if ever, justified in these moments of rage. On the whole, I’ve got other flaws, and I’ve got good qualities, too (somewhere). But this one flaw has caused inordinate amounts of damage in my life, and despite recognizing it’s here, it not only continues to cause damage when I indulge in it, but the damaging effects of past outbursts are still rippling throughout most of my relationships.
And the rage is all tangled up with the way I felt upon reading this prompt. I read it, and a loud voice really, really wants to say…
My worst flaw is that I care too much, work too hard, and give too much of myself for others!
I want flaws that aren’t really flaws. Or flaws that make me quirky instead of frightening. But my flaws are exactly the opposite of that. I want too much to be seen as someone who is selfless; it’s its own form of selfishness. I want too much to be seen as completely reasonable; it’s its own form of madness.
Anyway. That’s a bunch of gibberish. My biggest flaw is that I’m always right and nobody can stand it. xD