In my house we are two male and two female housemates. Any guest will enjoy this nice symmetry.
But I fail to enjoy symmetry in the first-person. Whenever I encounter my housemates, I always face myself with two females and one male. It is 2:1.
No housemate finds or enjoys symmetry either. Each of us is always faced with double the number of the opposite sex, compared to the number of the same sex.
The only case that an “I”, an individual, enjoys the symmetry of the “we”, is not when the “I” is part of the “we”, but when the “I” is an outsider: outside of the “we”. As a guest of this house.