Hello. Welcome to what is probably the most honest page on this blog.
I never realized how hard it is to write about yourself. I can’t imagine how I pushed out all those “Myself” essays in fifth grade. I like myself, writing things here and long walks on the beach(who doesn’t?). Preferably with dramatic music in the background. I dislike many things too, but they’re unimportant.
I’ll let you in on a secret. I like it when people laugh. Blame it on childhood insecurities or a latent need for approval, I feel infinitely better when people smile. On a related note, all you people misusing the 
smiley, I’m coming after you in the afterlife. With a sickle.
But anyway,
This blog has everything from sexism to nerdiness to cycling, everything that has crossed my mind that I thought you’d find interesting. I hope you like it.
Surprisingly enough, I don’t know what else to put in here. I’m simply not comfortable talking about myself to complete strangers. Honest.
And that’s all the “real me” you’re going to get off this blog.
So you like yourself and you like writing things, and yet you find it difficult to write about yourself?
Jerry is synonymous to narcissist. Therefore, this being the only honest page is proved wrong and you stand corrected
Taaa-daaaaa