The topic of today’s write is titled, Hangin’ with the boys.

I am greatly amused and shocked at the amount of joy and happiness today’s session gave me. The comfort, the laughs, the complication of such a simple game, brought nothing but smiles on my face. And never have I thought, clicking with the opposite sex would hit it off so well for me.

It’s not that I am being in any way prejudiced. And yes, girls I cannot agree more with you that guys can be a complete bastard at some point in time. But it is their bastardly and sluttish-straightforwardness in every single thing they do and say that makes the friendship real and true. They allow with arms wide open, whereas us girls just close shut.They show and not hide. They play and not play behind. They toughen it up instead of complain. They bring roughness to another level, when we just play by the rules. Guys, take life as it is. They lead it free and think of no worry. All they have set in their minds is the ambitious goal they want to achieve, and the rest to them is just fair play.

A simple mind.

It’s not that I am saying us girls is in any way incomparable. It’s just that there are some things that we can take from the guys. Let’s give it a shot to enter their lives. To see where they come from, to have a taste of what’s hanging out with them is really like. From this can we then change how we all perceive them to be.

I can safely pen that the friendships I build with my guy friends tend to be very very special. A friendship built on a very different level, different as compared to the ones I share with my girls. I am not again being one sided. But today was just a really good eye opener for what I need and am more comfortable to in life. There was never in one point where I would worry what they would think of me. I speech, to feeling no worry. I was simply the girl, who enjoyed life as it is. I was being me.

Ironic? Tell me about it. But no matter how wierd this may seem to be, hanging with the boys and being one of them is what makes me. It really does.

Immature to us girls, but to them, we are just a bunch of screechy annoying little bugs.

Let’s try to understand.