There is a certain danger to understanding.

I love the fact they call JD on “Scrubs” a sensi. What great slang for the type of guy that just wants a hug and a mix CD with lots of sad bastard music. I’d love to know where they came up with that one. Judging from the sale of “The Shins” last album, there are a few of us out there.

On the other hand it makes me wonder if there is a place for us in this world. Tortured artist never really fit the bill, but neither did good time party guy. At my best I can crack 4,000 jokes a minute and if motivated I can make just about anyone crack up. In my darkest hour, I can be one of those types that brings everyone down. You know the one you never want to spend much time around because he never has anything positive to say. Yeah, I can be that guy too.

The real danger of soul searching is that you might very well never find what you’re looking for. Myers-Briggs says I am an INFP. Astrology says I’m the universe’s bed wetter…the tortured Pisces. The place mat at my favorite Chinese Restaurant says I’m a Dragon. Do any of these things define me, they most certainly do. Yet at the end of the day they don’t. Finding your niche in life is like looking for the perfect pair of jeans. At some point you just have to settle for a pair that sorta fits but might sag in the ass a little. For someone who hates shopping I’m about to take this approach on my quest for self-awareness.