This book is not interested in that at all. Thinking of people having the like the broadest, most performative experiences that they possibly can makes me so miserable. There's a whole chapter about this kid named Alfred who his whole life he just kind of he's like what if holding coffee or didn't just call people phonies inside his own head, but he called them phonies to their face like all the time. He embarks on a project of just screaming in public spaces to like make people uncomfortable to the point where they have to behave authentically. And that behavior has, you know, it listens to responses you might think from other people in his life.