I appreciate the direction Gay was trying to go and I thought his humor was cute… but in complete honestly, the incredibly fragmented, almost schizophrenic leap from story to story without any rhyme or reason made it difficult to keep up and the jokes got really old fast. 

I just couldn’t really get the vision of this… it didn’t read much like advice over appreciating the little things, instead it read much more like a VERY fragmented and disjointed autobiography.