“What’s a personal flaw of yours, something you’re not great at?”

Answer B

I suffer from terminal time-optimism—I am embarrassingly bad at estimating how long anything actually takes. In my mind, cooking a complex meal takes ten minutes, traffic is a purely theoretical concept, and I can easily fit three errands, a workout, and a quick existential dread session into a thirty-minute break. It inevitably leads to a last-minute scramble, leaving me perpetually astonished that reality insists on adhering to actual physics rather than my wildly ambitious schedule. What’s a minor flaw of yours that you catch yourself dealing with?