Boys. I'm surrounded by boys.
If you ever asked me if it would bother me to be surrounded by boys I would answer "heck no." In fact, in some parts of my life that was actually on my to-do list. I even wrote about it before, how I'm not that good at doing the girls thing. One would expect, well, not one, but I would expect that being surrounded by boys will not be a problem for me.
Well, surprise surprise.
I don't know what to tell you people, but boys, they are strange creatures. They work from a completely different set of motivations, and sometimes (or if I am more honest, most of the time) I find myself totally stupefied with the ideas and stunts they find reasonable, not to say desirable.
Let me give you an example:
See what I mean? Now what type of person would think that rolling around and having your head stepped on is to be actively pursued? (All guys, 2-70 can now put their hands back down.)
And you know what kills me? I was a tomboy for crying out loud! I climbed trees! I had wooden swords! I thought I'll be well prepared for this whole boys will be boys thing. Well, no. I'm not. I'm utterly unprepared. Unprepared for the playing in Lego spaceships, unprepared for the talks about car models, unprepared for the contact sport that is two boys jumping on me at the same time. UN-freaking-PREPARED.
But you know what else? My boys, ma boyz, they're awesome. I might not get why they do the things they do, but I could never have wished for a better posse.