As a sensitive, dramatic, creative type, I buy a lot of things in this book. Like two fucking tombstones, the humiliation of having needs, the desire to be yar, and boring love over narratively satisfying love. But the thing I don’t buy is that CJ Hauser is out here living her life for everyone else. As the reader, I am in fact in awe of the creative, colorful, community-filled life she’s led. She taught me a lot of lessons in this, including the meta lesson to stop worrying about whether you’re living an interesting life and just go live your interesting life.