What Is Your Biggest Personal Failing?

[Moses]

I'm a butt head.

[tabs]

Everybody has failings, flaws and limitations. If we didn't we all would be God and that just wouldn't do. People generally get into trouble when they try and exceed those limtaions. That is not to say the goal posts are not moved down field. There is an element of patience in there. Think of it as a Community Organizer suddenly becoming President. So a mans got to know hs limitations. One thinks everything in its own good time.

The idea is to get to the point where you understand your limitation and then you can move on down the road till you hit another one...Repeat. At some point one realizes that one is perfect in their imperfections..or perfectly imperfect.

[tabs]

Originally Posted by Moses

I'm a butt head.

Stand in line....

[iplagolf]

Well, I'm human. Make all kinds of mistakes. The ones I made the second time are the ones that bother me. Supposed to learn and not do it again.

[motion]

I hold people to too high of a standard. I don't know where it comes from, but I wish I could relax a bit on my expectations. When things break, I throw them away and could care less, but I always expect people to give their best. Obviously, I am often disappointed, but I do try to surround myself with people who do their best to excel at whatever it is they do. I guess I'm not a 2nd place kind of guy, although without a doubt, I don't even meet my own personal expectations.

[wdfifteen]

Neatness challenged. I can clean the house for 4 hours and it still looks unkempt. My So can come in and in 10 minutes it's ready for a photo shoot. I can not figure it out.

[fastfredracing]

I feekin' hate being interrupted mid task, and I don't like to multitask. I think it is just the nature of my work. I like to get focused on one task and give it 110% from start to finish. I find if I get pulled in too many directions at once, I get incredibly frustrated and my performance starts to suffer . See this thread I lost my temper with a customer today.

[Burnin' oil]

Turn the key to the on position.

Ok, it's on.

No it's not. Turn it one more click. That's it, good. Now turn it off.

OK, turn the key to the on postion again.

Ok, it's on, but nothing's happening.

Turn it one more click!!!!!! Yes, thank you, geez

silence

You don't have to yell at me.

silence

Apparently I lack patience.

[wdfifteen]

Originally Posted by Moses

I'm a butt head.

Me too, but I was saving that for the "Greatest Accomplishment" thread.

[chocolatelab]

I am way to forgiving. Way to patient.

Sometimes i need to put my foot down and be a d*ck. Thats with an i not a u.

[Aurel]

I see deficiencies in others but not in myself.

[jyl]

I can have difficulty expressing love, tenderness, and empathy.

I can be harsh, demanding, unforgiving, impatient, and insistent.

I can have difficulty distinguishing between certainty, confidence, conviction, courage, and . . . being wrong.

[drcoastline]

I'm a perfectionist with a lack of patience for those that arent. I just can't understand how anybody under takes any task and doesnt want the end result to be perfect.

I also have absolute disdain for people who manipulate and tend to target them. But maybe that's not a short coming?

[Shaun @ Tru6]

don't forget to sign up for the drum circle at 2PM and at 4, we have a special guest lecture on "Uncovering & Releasing Barriers to Man's Authentic Nature."

"Stoicism is for Pussies, Mama's Here for You Baby" has been canceled.


oh, I'm kind of a jerk.

[Targa Me]

Originally Posted by porsche4life

controlling and procrastination.

+1

[BRPORSCHE]

That I can't admit it.

[Laneco]

My father died this summer. He was a COPD patient and the end days for a person in that condition can be pretty rough. Near the end, he spent two weeks in ICU with daily attacks that are like watching a person drown on dry ground. He was terrified with each one. His would flail, he begged for help, and cried in horror. My father was afraid of what comes after dying. Not just the standard concern over the unknown, but a deep seated fear that there was nothing or nothing good for him on the other side.

He asked me to be with him when he died. We had several conversations about this. He was amazed that I am not afraid of what comes next. He thought that maybe if I was there, it would be OK...

Dad came home (to the parent's house) for hospice care. Made it about a week. I went over to their houes (about 45 minutes away) every day in the afternoons. As is often the case with terminally ill people, they die on a day that seemed no better or worse than the day before. I had gotten a phone call from my boss, spent 30 plus minutes getting my butt chewed for something that I did properly (but none of emails got read - etc). I was just furious. Figured I needed to take a long walk before I went over to the parents house.

While I did that, my father died. While I was walking around trying to get a grip on something as ridiculous as a clueless boss, my father died without me. Without me to hold him when he crossed over, to remind him that his Mom and brother were already there, to remind him that good men like him have nothing to fear on the otherside.

He was afraid and I was not there like I promised. That is an epic failure that can never be righted.

angela

[Dottore]

Originally Posted by Laneco

That is an epic failure that can never be righted.

angela

You mustn't beat up on yourself about this Angela. This is not a fail on your part—just timing that didn't work out.

The same thing happened to me. I sat at my fathers death bed for weeks. One night when he was sleeping peacefully I snuck out to see a film—and when I came back he had died.

Besides, one thing I have learnt is that no matter how many people there are at your bedside—you always die completely alone. No sense kidding ourselves about this. There is nothing you could have said or done in the end that would have made his passing any easier.

[widgeon13]

Originally Posted by Laneco

My father died this summer. He was a COPD patient and the end days for a person in that condition can be pretty rough. Near the end, he spent two weeks in ICU with daily attacks that are like watching a person drown on dry ground. He was terrified with each one. His would flail, he begged for help, and cried in horror. My father was afraid of what comes after dying. Not just the standard concern over the unknown, but a deep seated fear that there was nothing or nothing good for him on the other side.

He asked me to be with him when he died. We had several conversations about this. He was amazed that I am not afraid of what comes next. He thought that maybe if I was there, it would be OK...

Dad came home (to the parent's house) for hospice care. Made it about a week. I went over to their houes (about 45 minutes away) every day in the afternoons. As is often the case with terminally ill people, they die on a day that seemed no better or worse than the day before. I had gotten a phone call from my boss, spent 30 plus minutes getting my butt chewed for something that I did properly (but none of emails got read - etc). I was just furious. Figured I needed to take a long walk before I went over to the parents house.

While I did that, my father died. While I was walking around trying to get a grip on something as ridiculous as a clueless boss, my father died without me. Without me to hold him when he crossed over, to remind him that his Mom and brother were already there, to remind him that good men like him have nothing to fear on the otherside.

He was afraid and I was not there like I promised. That is an epic failure that can never be righted.

angela

Your story is a sad one but it's not your fault, you did everything and more than your Dad would have wanted. You cared when it made a difference and I'm certain your Dad was fine in his final hours.

Have you ever read about the five stages of grief? You have experienced grief in the passing of your father but your father also experienced grief in the fact that he was dying and leaving you. The last of the five stages is acceptance. Perhaps your father accepted it in the end and you now have to stop beating yourself up and accept that fact as well. I'm sure your Dad would want that for you.

My Dad died 20 years ago and while I spent a lot of time with him in the last days, I was not there either when he finally died. I asked myself the same questions and wondered why I had not been a better son. I came to realize he did not want me to feel that guilt. It took some time for me to come to that realization.

[Zeke]

Originally Posted by tabs

Everybody has failings, flaws and limitations. If we didn't we all would be God and that just wouldn't do. People generally get into trouble when they try and exceed those limtaions. That is not to say the goal posts are not moved down field. There is an element of patience in there. Think of it as a Community Organizer suddenly becoming President. So a mans got to know hs limitations. One thinks everything in its own good time.

The idea is to get to the point where you understand your limitation and then you can move on down the road till you hit another one...Repeat. At some point one realizes that one is perfect in their imperfections..or perfectly imperfect.

Perfectly perfect. Got to love that. Solves everything.

It's not paying my bills though.