Everyone has a Story

I loved reading biographies on blogs, websites, and the inside cover of books--the short (or long) blurbs about the author. I don't know why the person is just as important to me as their work, but I always find I have this insatiable crave for more and more details about their history. One of my favorite little facts to search for is what said people are getting or have gotten degree wise, and where. I think that's because in my heart of hearts, I'm trying to convince myself that there are plenty of writers out there who have degrees in things other than writing (like me), who still find themselves publishing incredible works. But I also love to hear about where they live, how many kids they have, what their hobbies are, why they chose the topic they did, and why they love what they do.

People are so fascinating to me--both their told and untold stories. Have you ever just people watched? I love watching strangers (a little creepy, I suppose. but I feel I'm not the only one who does this, so somehow that makes it okay.), but I also love watching people I know as well. Comparing the personality seen through peoples words with the personality resonating from their actions always interests me.

I just love people so much. I love history on a global and personal level. I care about the individual, and their intricate part in this ever-complex web of life.

I wish I could help people tell their stories. This desire is such an integral part of who I am, it's the reason I majored in journalism, work as an interpreter, and want to write. It is me.

I hope you don't think I'm a total creeper for not only people watching, but completely psychoanalyzing everyone around me. I seriously need to stop doing that.