Folks who become self-absorbed and preoccupied with their own comfort and convenience

the person who is counting the ways life did them wrong, using that as a justification to lick wounds and retreat from life, jaded and alone.

You’re a poet.

But yeah, I’ve met plenty of people exactly like this. Honestly it’s just so unpleasant to be around, I would think everyone would be filled with the fear of ending up that way