For the love of people.
Do you ever wonder the story behind just about every individual you met. Some good, some bad, some might be boring, but trust me boring is an understatement. Why this person behave this certain way. why this and why that. I don’t want to say I love people or something because that is so corny in a way.
Why am I even thinking about this, probably because I am currently assigned the book Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston in my IB English A class. I honestly can talk endlessly about the book, the main character, how marriage is presented in the book and how it is being taught in class. but beh, that would be a boring post. Lets just safe my analytical skills for my language essay. bye.