It doesn’t take a genius to realize that misery loves company, and that the choice to be critical or unsatisfied is immediately rewarded by likes, shares, and a general sense of “you’re one of us.”
He snores loudly and farts in his sleep. Sometimes he even steals the covers but he lets me big little spoon so I stifle the urge to smother him with a hypoallergenic pillow.
I have this affinity for lace and any item of clothing that’s white and flowy.
It is always good to have allies. Especially if they can give you some insight about the calculus problem you’ve been stuck at for five days.