Let me tell you a few things about myself.
My name is Jared. I’m a Manila-born, Berlin-based twentysomething writer, and I write stories—true stories, trashy stories, other people’s stories, stories which may or may not have happened but nevertheless need telling…or so I tell myself. I’m currently taking my second Bachelor’s degree, at Freie Universität Berlin. Myers–Briggs labels me an INFP personality, with which I’m not sure I completely agree. When I was five or six or maybe even seven, I was sent to the principal’s office for stabbing my best friend in the face with a pencil. We had not gotten into a fight, there had been no petty arguments, I did it as an expression of love and friendship; that I had genuinely believed pain was a way to show affection would later inform much of my relationships in my early adult life. Daughter and The National are my favorite bands. Raymond Carver and Joan Didion are my favorite writers (I stole the title of this website from her 1978 essay The White Album). I believe Casablanca is one of the finest films ever made, I believe people who spurn lowbrow art are deeply insecure, and I believe in the kindness of strangers and the power of good manners.
I am very pleased to meet you.