of old comfort in the midst of new

despite attending an all girls school, i had always found it easier to hang out with guys growing up.
the past week has been a little bit of a flashback to the past and i thoroughly enjoy living with glen and thi under the same roof, trading insults and empty threats. strangely, i realise i can just be, and i don't concern myself too much with how intellectual i appear nor how imposing am i being. it's like wearing my teenage skin and laughing and rolling through the days.

in the summer of last year, a friend commented, that my behaviour, after having to wait two hours for them, was unusual for a girl because i wasn't throwing a tantrum at that time or having some pouty fit.
in all honesty, part of it was because i didn't have anything better to do in that time anyway, but another large part of my so-called "patience" was explained in my reply to him.

"yeah well i grew up around guys anyway"

and it's true. the guys i grew up... were notorious for their lack of punctuality. meeting up with them usually meant that everyone would be late and i would be stuck waiting at least 20 minutes.
but for all the waiting i did, the same amount of patience was meted out for me as well. these guys allowed athletically-challenged me to join in their basketball games, their soccer matches, their CS and Warcraft battles. they took the time out to include me and patiently tried to teach me some techniques.. which i ..uh.. still failed to learn

what i'm trying to say, in an inadequate roundabout manner, is that for whatever supposed patience i displayed, i received in kind. i didn't have to be included in their rounds of foozball and other so-called matches but they had invited me in. and for that, i am grateful and maybe, that's why i sometimes prefer hanging with guys then with girls.