Sorry I'm Late, I Didn't Want to Come

I know I'm not a nonfiction fan, but sometimes memoirs get me. This, unfortunately, wasn't one that did. It was boring. I know that sucks to say because this is a real human's life experience, but it just was. High on shrooms (which definitely do not taste anything like what one would sprinkle over bolognese...they taste like death bro) and you took a nap listening to Laura Marling? I'm incredibly introverted and I genuinely couldn't relate to 90% of this book. Maybe it's because my introversion isn't induced by a fear of social failures. I just really like being in my home at all times. If I get lonely, I don't do stand up comedy or find a self help guru, I find niche friends online and talk to them on discord. Lol It read as disingenuous because it felt like it was more about getting material for the book than it was getting herself out of her own head.