Is too much self-awareness a blessing or a curse?

I think I know too much

I was playing We’re Not Really Strangers with a few of my family members on New Year’s Day, a card game I love, as I’m someone who craves depth and intellectuality and vulnerability at all times. Peeling back layers and learning more about the people I love is truly one of my favorite aspects of deepening a bond. Plus—surface-level convos just don’t do it for me, I don’t care about what you had for dinner or how work is going, I need to get DEEP.

One of the cards I picked up had a prompt that was something along the lines of, ‘What is something about me or my personality that I’m perhaps unaware of’, to which I asked the people I love to give me an answer.

They all seemed puzzled.

“This is hard…I…I don’t know.”

“Maybe that you’re super hard on yourself? Nothing is ever enough for you. You don’t fully recognize how much you’ve achieved at such a young age. But then again…I think you already know that and are working on it.”

“Um…..”

“Honestly, I feel like you’re just so self-aware. I can’t think of anything.”

Part of me was laughing, but another part was feeling a bit distressed. Am I that self-aware that the people I love can’t find anything new to share that they’ve noticed, that I perhaps have not? Is it weird for them to be this puzzled? Is it a positive thing that others see me the way I see myself?