My Year of Rest and Relaxation

This reminded me of You Too Can Have A Body Like Mine by Alexandria Kleeman, less overall weird tho ( I mean still weird, but uh... just her, not the whole world) Maybe it's the something about the female protagonists and the fractured relationship with reality? I have a hard time resisting the automatic ‘jesus, trust fund kid much?' Just, profoundly unlikable, and yet also - we've all had days we just want to sleep forever instead of dealing with life? Esp with trauma, but still - hard to sympathize with poor little rich crazy