The Plight of the People Pleaser

In psychology there's a name for my affliction, it's called agreeableness. You're in the back of an Uber, the AC is cranked and you're shivering. Do you say something or do you suffer quietly? I don't think I've ever said something. Sometimes it's so cold that my teeth are chattering. And it's so uncomfortable. It's not my car. Who am I to tell the driver to change the temperature in their car? I just cringe at the thought. If I had a goal in that situation, I would not let the temperature stand in the way of it. But because I'm the passenger along for the ride, it feels