getting ahead on my intro psych notes because we have to have read two chapters by next wednesday and I’m going home this weekend and of course I have my favorite iced coffee to keep me going
have a great day!
But Glover understands people. He has an almost preternatural emotional intelligence; when we meet for the second time I give him a hug, and he calls me out on it: “What’s up with that hug? That didn’t have any feeling! Where’s my hug?” I try again. Glover is happily missing much of the stifling bravado that weighed down far too many male African American performers in, say, the 1990s. He’s in touch with all his feelings, and he seems to think everyone else should be too.