The part of the title stating "there is nothing wrong with you" seems to have been added to reassure readers that even though they are enjoying reading stories of someone else’s misfortunes, poor decision making, and even worse hygiene, that it is still better to read about it than to participate. But, beware! The sheer hilarity contained within these pages may cause you to break down into uncontrollable fits of giggling like a schoolgirl, the excretion various bodily fluids and/or curling up in the fetal position and sobbing uncontrollably on the spot. I was the victim of many public giggling fits during my first time reading this book, which attracted a certain amount of unwanted attention from bystanders. But one episode stood out from the rest. I was reading a chapter on the train during my morning commute. The train was nearly full and another commuter, a youngish woman was sitting in the seat next to me, reading a newspaper. Suddenly, an unexpected twist in the plot hit me like a sucker punch in the nose. I exploded with uncontrollable snorting laughter and a clump of mucus (snot) shot out of my nose and attached itself to the back of the seat in front of me. Not a large amount, but quite an obvious little glob. The woman looked from me to the mucus on the back of the seat and back to me. Then she got up, and stood in the aisle for the remaining 30min of our trip, probably giving me the evil eye (I wouldn't know, I was re-engrossed in the story). It was a potentially embarrassing situation. Aside from these possible side effects, I would encourage any and all to partake in the delights that this volume has to offer its readers and glean the valuable life lessons contained within, but, like masturbation and dead body disposal, I suggest doing it in private.