Pride and arrogance, times infinity Pride accounts for almost every selfish or immature thing I do or say.
I also neglect to show affection to the people I care about and I'm cynical and look down upon romance.
I have absolutely no material ambition whatsoever, which I'm told is a negative trait, but which I think actually defines me, and is good.
I forget that the thorough "experiences" I have in my mind of other people are not visible to them, and I'm afraid to let people know how I value them or how much they mean to me because it seems... "silly".
I can be contemptuous of people who allow themselves to be imprisoned by fear. In fact, cowards make me sick and inclined towards acts of pure sadism towards them, seeing them as second class citizens. I'm ashamed of this, because intellectually, I know that I should give them sympathy and support to overcome their fears, not contempt and scorn. But this, too, comes from pride.
The sadism itself is probably my worst quality. Though I control it most of the time, the fact still remains that, at the time, I enjoy being cruel beyond all reason. Feeling ashamed afterwards doesn't make it alright. Neither does just THINKING and imagining the scenes, and resisting doing them for real.