“annoyed by the stupidity of others” pretty much sums up my introvert personality. I often joke that I am allergic to stupidity.
At first I didn’t really know where you were going with this. It seemed very trivial. But I love how you spun it to represent the preference of comfort over companionship. It makes sense to a certain degree. Thinking back, my husband and I sleep with one blanket and in the middle of the night, I tend to hog it but I wake up, see him cold, and put the blanket over him. There is that awareness of someone outside of yourself. I feel relationships thrive better when that exists. When you don’t see your partner as an other, but as an extension of yourself.
Deep reflections here, thanks!