I have deep rivets behind my ears from a lifetime of glasses.
I have one fungusy toenail that I hide with nail polish.
I hate shaving my legs in the summertime, but do it anyway.
I’m a chronic insomniac and get cranky when I don’t get enough sleep. Unless I get so little sleepy that I’m slap-happy, in which case you might think I’m a lot of fun.
I’m an introvert and when I don’t feel like talking with people it’s probably pretty obvious.
I sometimes walk away from people rather than invent a way to politely excuse myself when I simply have nothing left to say.
I’ve wasted half my life taking rambling walks.
I like to sleep late.
It’s easy to talk me out of hard work.
I move my lips when I talk to myself.
Sometimes my inner Social Justice Warrior gets the better of me and tells me to say things that make me sound like a hypocrite.
I hate that people still drive gas-powered vehicles, myself included. Especially Hummers.
I get angry about all the trash we create, but, since I haven’t figured out a way not to create it, I feel perpetually guilty.
I get angry when people are exploited, even the small, everyday injustices that are often overlooked.
I like big interesting clouds, even if it means rain.
I’ve been known to stop and observe caterpillars/ants/spiders/birds for upwards of 10 minutes.
When I take walks, I greet every friendly looking dog that I pass.
I love offering children treats.
I write awful, sentimental poetry that–at least for a few weeks–I think is fantastic.
I think self-destruction is a normal reaction to a crazy world.
I think it’s boring to only be around people of one race/ethnicity/nationality.
It pisses me off when people don’t stop for pedestrians and bicyclists in crosswalks, even though I sometimes don’t stop either.
I hate self-righteous people.
I hate arrogant people.
Sometimes I’m self-righteous and arrogant.
I hate being proven wrong, but pretend that I don’t.
If you, reader, would like to share some of your faults–or things about you that aren’t–please do so in the comments.