I was thinking about this, wondering if the times I have made myself more vulnerable have allowed me to grow? At age* , I still am not sure. I feel very uncomfortable being vulnerable in front of what I consider, "the wrong kind of person."
I suppose that my biggest weakness is to either love someone completely or hate (although, dislike them strongly maybe more suitable to my personality) them. It is very hard for me to be indifferent to things. It was a big struggle with my mom, who I think would rather we all tow the line. Acting commonplace was never for me, even if the whole world was against me. What was your childhood like? Are you able to expose your true feelings?
*you'll have to know me better to acquire this information