I never know what to say in these things. Something about this little box makes me so uncomfortable. I know I'm supposed to start telling you about who I really am. But the fact is, I don't even know who I really am. I've spent the past 20 years studying myself to figure it out. My prognosis is that I will not know until I have seen myself react to every possible situation in this life. Of course, that will probably take me another 80 years (hopefully not) to do.