Tragic Flaw

Today I told my students to go home, think about what their tragic flaw is, and then come back tomorrow ready to journal about it. We're reading "The Odyssey.
Here's what I'm reading to the students tomorrow:

Tragic flaw: a characteristic that can lead to our demise/downfall.
It can be argued that Odysseus’s tragic flaw is distraction. He sees something shiny (or beautiful, like Calypso) or something that helps him forget the difficulty of the journey (like the lotus) and pursues them. I think we’re all a little like that. We set out to do a chore, then find a bouncy ball on the way, or we diverge along another path altogether. While grading a stack of tests or raking a football sized yard, I would jump at the chance to bump a volleyball or go exploring somewhere.

My tragic flaw is similar to Odysseus’s flaw. Simply put, my mind moves more quickly than words can come out of my mouth or than my fingers can write, and so I jumped ahead or aside of the conversation.
You ask, “Have you seen Mary?”
I saw her earlier that morning and then again in the afternoon, between classes, by the kitchen, in the lobby, and just outside the office and am wondering which you’d like me to answer. Meanwhile, I’m thinking about de Jager’s strut as he walks past and how he nods like an Italian mobster and says, “How you doin’” and I’m thinking about how Justin Bieber is ruining the minds of our youth and how he should find another word than “baby” to use in his lyrics, and I’m thinking about how funny it is that we’re a Christian school and have pews lining the hallways and how once my friend Beth came to visit and said, “Wow, you guys have pews as benches,” but alas I say, “Yyyyyes.”
You say, “Um, ok.”
All this happens in a matter of seconds.

This tragic flaw gets me in trouble when I meet new people because I have to pay attention to what they say their name is while I’m intermittently interested in their background, if they have a polygamist Mormon great great-grandfather like I do, or if they’re a little more normal than that, and I’m interested in the five other conversations around us. I just can’t help it.
My flaw makes me seem arrogant, uncaring, flighty, and scattered, but all I desire is more time to think and to know people by the way they act, and I desire to know who they are based on their background. And like Ramona Quimby, I’ve always been a person whose curiosity gets in the way and who is often misunderstood. Mostly, I desire for the stutters and “ums” and “oks” that burst out of my mouth to reflect the fluency of the thoughts inside my head.

So, what's your tragic flaw?