anthology of flaws

i have never been a collector of flaws. but shouldn't it be cathartic, at least, to catalogue the harmful idosyncrasies of oneself?

1. I have a little Pride, and a whole lot of Prejudice.
2. There is a default to solitude. There is the gnawingness to hole up in blackness and hide from you, in the familiarity of Self.
3. I am the psychological; i cannot help but judge you.
4. I cannot endure myself to be hideous. As long as i feel attractive and well-loved, i think i can endure anything. Brains without beauty are only brains-- and of what use are only brains? There is my inch-and-a-half of Pride.
5. I have intolerably unattractive feet.
6. There is a default to loving. Perhaps you do not need or deserve love, perhaps you need a solid whack about the head, but you will be loved.
7. There is an absolute laziness of mind that prohibits the trivial from sticking inside.
8. In the face of perceived injustice, or in the face of the person Injust, there is a default to absolute stubbornness. A strange, cocky compilation: a parfait of stubbornness and love.
9. I have an insatiable gnawing to know. No banality, no easily-forgotten triviality, but real knowledge, every good or bad facet; to be able to look at the world and to know it.
10. There is so much single-minded Otherness in my mind at this time that i cannot immediately conceive more than ten flaws: this is a certain destruction.