I've been realizing that insisting my love language is acts of service might actually be my way of avoiding intimacy — it's easier to have someone do my laundry than to let them see me when I'm struggling. My roommate keeps trying to check in emotionally and I keep deflecting to practical help.
More people experience this than they realize.
What looks like a genuine preference may be a sophisticated way of keeping others at a safe distance.
“Where Are You with The love languages — examined critically?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.