I’m tired of trying to find myself.

American pop-psychology is full of people “finding themselves.” So we read books about how they found themselves, and mostly, I think it’s more about your money finding their bank account.

And all the time I’m thinking: I don’t have many friends. Others seem to be having more “fun” with life than me — whatever “fun” means.

Yet I wonder if I had the chance to ask, say, the Dali Lama a question, he’d answer, “Son, I’m just as lost as you.”

I’m tired of trying to find myself. I’m going to start inventing myself.