It is often posited that no one ever really outgrows the high-school social caste system, that we’re always jonesin’ for the invitation to sit at the cafeteria table that the cool kids are sitting at, no matter how old we may be. One might think, though, that someone like Amy Adams—she of five Academy Award nominations and Vogue covers and cultural and critical adoration and acclaim—would be immune to that sort of longing, but it would seem that she, too, like the rest of us, scrolls through (metaphorical) Instagram, imagining a different existence and wondering what it might feel like to take a blurry photo in some sort of beach cabana while making a vaguely-sinister-looking-but-still-somehow-alluring face with a group of five—eeek, sorry, we’re letting our own personal experience bleed into things a bit too much here (which is just proof that we all probably, whether we want to admit it or not, have a little bit of Amy in us).

In a Hollywood Masters series interview, Adams said that she has struggled to curb her perfectionist tendencies, as the emphasis on meeting the standards Hollywood has for women, especially on the red carpet, has been a challenge for her.

“I have tried being perfect; it doesn’t work, and it’s very frustrating,” she said. “But you do get inundated with, ‘Be perfect on the red carpet,’ and then you also have to show up on time, and you have all of these expectations that, the way that it’s projected to us, are not expected from the male counterpart. You just can’t do any comparison, just run your own race. Don’t compare yourself to what men are getting or not getting, or what that girl’s getting or what she looks like; just run your own race. Put your blinders on. You’re not racing against anybody but yourself. I guess that’s the more finite way to answer that question: only race against yourself.”

“Only race against yourself” is about as Amy Adams as a quote could get: it is easy to imagine one of her characters proclaiming it, with a steely stare, before some sort of historical rally.

Adams went on: “I’m waiting for Jennifer Lawrence and Amy Schumer to invite me to their party! . . . So, I hope I was funny today so they will invite me to their next boating party! I’m a little more neurotic than both of them, but I think that would be — they need a little of that, and they’re both so cool and I could be the ‘not-cool’ person.”

Amy! Amy!!!!! We just want to sit down with her on a velvet sofa in some sort of jazz lounge and pour us both some green tea and look at photos on our iPhone of her American Hustle costumes—you know she’s got some long story to recount about each one—and, like, share some recipes (she’d be into that, right?) and tell her she doesn’t need Schumer or J. Law or anyone else.

Previously: See Jennifer Lawrence and Amy Schumer Together on the Summer Vacation of our Dreams