Fluther: What personal/peronality trait has gotten you in the most trouble?

What personal/peronality trait has gotten you in the most trouble?

Asked by Vignette (2890

) November 11th, 2019
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Pretty much as asked. This can be from when you were a wide-eyed kid that didn’t know any better to the loud-mouth no-filter adult you might be today.

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My cynicism.

elbanditoroso (33146

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My tone

ARE_you_kidding_me (20021

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@ARE_you_kidding_me Your answer came across so measured and even toned I would have never guessed.

Vignette (2890

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Mischief, by that I mean friendly, harmless banter with family & friends. As much fun as it is, instinctive reactions are sometimes slaps…they can smart somewhat lol

ucme (50047

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I won’t lie for anyone and I’ve always been that way. I truly believe that all real communication has to start with truth, and a lot of people do not appreciate that about me because it’s often inconvenient for them.

KNOWITALL (29686

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Curiosity

lucillelucillelucille (34325

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Being blunt.

tinyfaery (44084

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Stubbornness—my refusal to let things go.

Demosthenes (14922

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Insecurity really.

rebbel (35547

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I’m a double whammy I have the bluntness thing and the stubbornness thing.

Patty_Melt (17513

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@Patty_Melt I can empathize with you on this. Do you wear a football helmet for protection too?

Vignette (2890

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Football, one of my great fails.
During the early seventies I got jealous that the sixth grade boys got to play, girls could not. I had friends who felt the same. We were told if we really wanted it so bad, we’d have to recruit a coach. We begged a teacher half to insanity. He was a little guy, shorter than some of the girls begging with me. He begged off because he didn’t know anything about football. A chorus of “neither do we” went up. Not the best argument in our favor. I went for the throat. I asked him how many things he never got to do because people told him he was too small. That awakened the monster. He said he would do it if he could find another coach to help who knew football.
Well, no tackling allowed. We had to play flag football. We never got a game because every school in Iowa told the coaches they were nucking futs. They were told they’d best keep their dike girls home. That actually ticked them off as much as us, or more. I guess by then they were believing in us.
Meanwhile, my mom was getting phone calls from parents who thought she should have me put in a special school, away from their real female daughters. At the time I was unaware of gay, so I didn’t really know what any of these people were implying.
We never got a game. We had one season of practicing together. Our picture got a spot in the yearbook. We were shut down, but we believed in each other. Having two men support us in our venture meant a lot more to me than I even knew at the time.
I stayed bull headed and stubborn, and ready to face
down all opponents.
I don’t know what happened to that tiny little teacher who agreed to coach us, but I hope he too was able to cherish the memories.

I wear a football helmet made of memories.

Patty_Melt (17513

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@Patty_Melt Standing O for a great story! Thanks for sharing!

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