Any answer I give would be a nominal fallacy. At my core, I'm an analogy.

I'm not sure if it's true, but it sounds like a great mental tool!

If you have fear, you have something that needs to be dealt with IMHO.

Circumstance, or practice?

It's probably a communication issue.

Ethos, Pathos, or Logos!

Sometimes I am weak, and sometimes I am strong. I find strength to be a quality that requires constant meditation and reflection, so naturally my strength comes and goes. For me, it's about learning how to identify when I need to do better -- but then I'm essentially giving a tautological answer, aren't I? I'm saying that reflection requires reflection. At the moment, I'm not sure how to get much more precise than that...

I've had quite a long past full of quite a lot of people, and I've (on the whole) found these people to be deeply enjoyable, entertaining, and light-hearted. Some people from my past, however, seem to get hung-up on me for some reason, and some of them even take to Internet sites like Formspring to post strange and psychotic questions about me! Oh dear. Well, with the information I have, I believe this is as good an answer as I can give!

Well, the username "Xavier" was taken, so I had to go with this one. Don't you think your question is a little ... harsh? Do I know you?

I'll swap you a question for a question: what could be more malicious and manipulative than anonymously calling a person a sociopath in public?

(Unless, of course, you are some kind of psychiatrist, in which case (no offense) I'd like to see your credentials! )

I'd also like to say that I've dated at least two clinically diagnosed sociopaths, and I found them to be warm and largely misunderstood people that simply had a bad upbringing. We shouldn't be throwing "sociopath" around like it's an insult -- do we really want to risk otherizing a segment of the population simply because (anonymous, Internet-based, popular, ...) psychology or wannabe psychologists tell us to?

Strength is resilience, willpower, adaptability. When I think of a strong person I picture someone who is able to perform when the odds are against them. There's a certain defiance in these qualities that I can't quite put my finger on. Maybe defiance of fate, or of the will of others? To me, a strong person makes smart decisions, and would act upon those decisions even if the world was against them. Following this, a strong person would also admit when they were mistaken. So there's a certain self-honesty to the qualities I'm laying out as well.

Weakness is not something that is innate, in my mind. Weakness is dereliction of duty, it is avoidance of reflection upon missteps, it is forgetting your trail to the past and your path to the future. Weakness is a "why?" that does not seek an answer.

I am very afraid of heights. Once, in high school, I decided to rectify this. I climbed up into the catwalks beneath the Patton Island bridge in my hometown of Florence and hung around until my heart started racing. The bridge, like many bridges, was close to the ground near its ends and far from the ground near its center: in this case, about 150ft from the surface of the water. I drove out to the bridge after school every day for a week, and each day I walked further out on the catwalk. The floor of the catwalk was metal grating, and you could see the ground through it. If you got scared enough, like if a Semi went over the bridge and the railing of the catwalk started to rattle, it was almost like the floor wasn't there at all, at least visually. Each day I'd walk a little further out on the catwalk, wait for my pulse to normalize, and mark my progress. After a week I wasn't as afraid of heights.

I thought the problem was put to bed entirely until I got to Boston and made friends with people who like to climb across the ledges of buildings. Fear of heights is something I conquer anew anytime I'm in a high place. This occasionally misfires, and I'll admit the only panic attack I had in my life was on the side of a mountain during a particularly stressful period. The feeling was something like having the premonition that the vast expanse of air will suck you off the face at any moment, like some kind of existential osmosis. I climbed back on that same trail a while later and didn't mind the heights at all. When I'm up high and scared, I learn a lot about my mental state in life during that period of time. Will I handle the heights okay, get my adrenaline down, conquer the void? Or will I give into fear, hyper-ventilate or do something else pathetic? The answer to that question can really only be decided in the moment. Whenever I go onto a rooftop or a mountain edge, I'm exposing my spirit to fear. The results are always exhilarating.

First the outcast hackers (population: 2), then the poets, as I affectionately call them. Hi AdamBlas, Sky.

Teleportation.

This question is boring.