Umm, okay. My turn. I guess.
I guess the best place to start would be that I have somewhat of a variable personality, as indicated by the following symptoms:
1) I am very intelligent, and can analyse a thing, phenomena, or situation from multiple angles, so this gives me very nuanced views on things. I am explicitly not a manichean in most things, and I recognise that those who try to go through life with such a way of looking at things are either weak-minded or just self-made idiots who are too lazy to think things through, and as such, I have nothing but contempt and disgust for them.
2) I have a wide range of modes of thought, and this is something I can't really control, so while those may be useful for pursuing certain interests or tackling projects, it it like rolling the dice, only my brain does it without my consciousnes's permission or cooperation.
As for where I got them from, I would have to say my bitch mother. I don't say bitch idly. She gave me some nice mental scars that I still have, and you lot won't be getting any more details because I don't like talking about it, and my sanity is based on that nice layer of memory represion that dulls my childhood. Anyways, she was very erratic and sometimes mildly abusive, and was bipolar. However, I can state in absolute certainty that that wasn't an excuse for the way she treated me. The bitch still could have maintained some self control. And I am absolute in my views on this, so anyone giving stupid defenses of her will lose all my respect permanently and any chance of friendship. I am not being sarcastic in the least. And don't even make jokes. And thus, if anyone ever said some idiot thing in regard to me explaining this, like "you should love your parents" or, fate forbid, used the christian commandment on me, then they would duly have me open up a can of pissed on them. I don't think in my case it's an insult to be called a son of a bitch.
As for foibles, well, I can be quite lazy at cleaning. I don't leave old food or even garbage around, and I cleaned out my junk a long time ago, but my kitchen and bathroom counters are quite dirty.
And I can take forever to put my stuff away. For example, I just looked over my shoulder at my clothes pile. It goes like this: Wear clothes>put in worn once/dirty pile, or stick on floor somehere or on furniture>when they're dirty, stick them in dirty pile>wash them>hang them to dry>when they are dry, either ignore them where they are or put them on clean clothes pile. Repeat cycle.
And for things career-wise, well, I don't think I'm good at the typical interview thing because it's like a charade where each side says scripted things, and so I don't react well to the artificiality of it. And I'm just too indepedent-minded to feel good in a lot of jobs because If I'm doing something, I want to know why I'm doing it. I don't see this as a problem, and it makes me better at whatever thing I'm doing, but idiots don't agree with this opinion. Lately I'm considering trying to become a freelance journalist, along the lines of some kind of culture reporter, but I'm still in the dark as to some of the aspects of it, such as submitting pieces, negotiating pay, etc. Does anyone have any kind of resources for this?
As for anxieties, well, I'm a very private person, so I have much more in the way of conversation online than I do in real life. And this probably stops me from making friends IRL, too. I don't like sharing personal stuff, so in conversation, I am apt to share thoughts and opinions and keep my most personal stuff out of sight like a bunker under the ice of Bouvet Island. Basically I put up a lot of information that lets people think they know me but I keep my real self very well hidden. You could say I have trust issues. I am very reticent to open up to people and I mainly would only if they are in agreement with me on many issues or can understand my point of view, and/or I judge them to be of good personal quality or very wise or intelligent generally. I am not a fan of the "let's all be friends and hug" school of interpersonal relations. I think we should fight things out civilly, or in proportional response. I have a bad opinion, you tear the shit out of it. You have a bad opinion, I tear the shit out of it. The truth, and our search for it, is far more important than just being friends with everyone, and singing kumbaya or hippy songs whilst holding hands. You want to call me a misanthrope, fine. I'll call you naive. I just don't think that default niceness is good either philospophically or evolutionarily. We don't have to resort to calling each others' mothers cannibals, but we should recognise the war of ideas for what it is, and not be afraid to wade right in.
And also, I have a hard time connecting with people IRL. It usually stops when I hear what I think is a shit opinion from them, or when I hear something that indicates that they have poor knowledge of something which I feel is important to have as general knowledge. I am often amazed at the great yawning chasms(Bet the pervy people here just had a dirty thought) in their general knowledge. I don't really connect to people on the human level, except maybe genitally. So while I may like humping, I might be bad at the florid small talk necessary to achieve said humping.
I also don't like showing weakness or vulnerability, and so this probably stops me from getting to know people too. I may have a good sense of humour, but I used to be kind of a goofball (like lozzer, no offense intended, little sir), which was intended to try to get people to like me by being funny, but it doesn't quite work thet way. Since then, my sense of humour kind of went into a depression. It has mostly recovered, but it still attends group therapy on fridays. And it's kind of an alcoholic, too, but it just tells me it'll quit cold turkey, and that Churchill was a big drinker anyway. When I'm anxious it kind of goes AWOL or just comes up with dirty jokes or very un-PC humour. I find it a lot easier to be funny online. Teh inturnitz iz a guud plase fur da funny. It lase the egz and they fly ovv and nests in da 4chinnal.
I also used to be kind of anxious interacting with people, worrying what they think, being bad at interpreting people's moods, etc. I am better at reading signals now, and adopting kind of a "I don't give a fuck" attitude regarding rude or stupid people has helped, as well as practicing small talk. I am generally very polite, so I might not seem confrontional, but that's mainly because I don't tell most people my opinions or ideas unless I think they have the intelligence to justify me doing that. And this has also helped me be less anxious about feling judged by others, as I can respond with indifference or hostility when I get resistance about certain things. That's probably why I let my Furry self out of the closet and started brushing its long soft Silver fur.
And the only other anxiety I can think of is that I kind of have nervouness around people wearing "urban wear". Because of some bad personal experiences, I have an inclination to think that they are dumb, violent, or psychotic. I know this is kind of stereotyping, but I can't seem to get around it. Maybe this is just animal nervousness caused by bad personal experience, but it's still there.
Overall, I feel I'm pretty well adjusted, at least compared to most people.

(Waits for comments from the peanut gallery)