The broad thesis for the most part I like. We live in a world, we should be living less fast and loose and a bit more calm and cottage. But, as an ADHDer I hate it when a book makes me feel like my drugs that allow me to participate in the world we have are demonised. I wish we had a better world, but we don’t right now so we’re all just doing our best. Also, I often read books where I don’t really like the narrator, but usually those are fiction so it feels like more of a choice. In this one, it’s like ‘really? You told a stranger they should live more in the moment and ruined their experience of that moment by doing so?’ Like stay in your lane I guess, and the authors lane is a privileged one.