All my life, I’ve been trying to figure out why I am the way I am. I guess that’s what everyone is asking. It’s the question at the heart of every piece of fiction–who am I? But the whole reason we ask ourselves this question is that we’re trying to find out what we can do about it. Where do we fit in? Who is our tribe? Who are our people? Like the ugly duckling that keeps getting rejected by every social group, not knowing it belongs with the swans. Before, I talked about how difficult it is to make friends because no one seems to be interested in the…