Boys will always be boys and of course, girls will always be girls.

Too often we see girls cry at playgrounds when they play with the boys. OK maybe that was during my time because nowadays kids are usually confined in their room with their PS2, PSP and what not. I’m not sure on the latter because I made that up. But back in those days, girls cry a lot when boys were in the playground. Sometimes, it was because the boys are big bullies and we know of their reputation. Most of the times, the boys were our friends but still we cry.

Why? They tend to get physical. A pat on the back is nice. A shove into the drain is not generous. And the attempt to trip someone is of course, calling for war.

But that’s it. Boys will never get it. Boys will never understand that while we may try to rough up, actually we hate being pushed, shoved or boxed. It hurts. And getting someone hurt is not the best way to make friendship.

That was why girls have the tendency to resort to games like jongkang-jongket and waited patiently for the swing to be empty because we are not rough and our ideal way of playing does not involve physical contacts (which are of course, almost to the brink of violence). It was just not us. Boys tend to punch their buddies a lot because they enjoy it. Girls don’t do that just because we don’t. We don’t understand why you have to get physical (again, almost to the brink of violence) and please, we don’t need it anyways. Girls are gentle creature, in case you haven’t noticed from all the domestic violence posters.

When I was a kid, I never had the chance of mingling with the boys. I was grounded since I was small (and still have curfew until now). I was never the receiving end of the multiple shoves and pushes and thank God for that. But as of recent, I have finally understood why girls cry a lot when they were playing games with boys.

Because men, boys, guys, they tend to get physical; unaware of their own strength. Sometimes your playfulness are equivalent to a little lion cub (imagine those sharp teeth and claws). It’s like going on a scuba diving lesson with a shark, like going hunting with a panther, like trying to walk through a shopping mall with lots of SALES sign with a shopaholic. Ok that one does not apply.

Well in a nutshell, boys will always be boys. Their idea of fun will never change from kindergarten up to their 30th year on earth. Their playfulness will never cease to be dangerous. And girls will always be girls. We will always feel hurt and confused by the shoves and pushes.

Point in writing this: I was just bored. I was confined in the room working. I need therapy like writing. But do share with us your experience. It might be of handy.