the lengths

I have the misfortune of being born without a penis.  The perks of being a girl sometimes seem insignificant in comparison to the difficulties that come hand in hand with having boobs.  I have my fair share of fun playing dress up and I enjoy the express entry into clubs and parties; but what a luxury it would be to live life without the drama, double standards, and that constant worry about getting preggers.

Girls are catty, psychotic, and undeniably jealous.  They are in constant need of attention and will compete for it if necessary.  In fact, now that I think about it, girls compete over the stupidest things.  They will put their dignity on the line even when they know it's not worth it.  Why? Because it's uncontrollable.  A girl's mind is wired to overanalyze.  It's wired to think and think until every possibility has been exhausted.  And the emotions.  The emotions that lead to more irrational thinking.  If you throw alcohol in the equation, it calls for a dangerous mix. (ie. this weekend)

Although I will admit that girls all have the capability to be "psycho", I do my best to keep that part of me hidden.  I understand now what is considered inappropriate behavior, and what is appropriate behavior; I prefer to exhibit the latter.  But when my closest friendships are compromised, when the one thing that I've looking forward to the entire three months of summer is on the brink of being ruined, it is extremely difficult for me to keep my composure.  I refuse to let these things happen; but at the same time, I am tempted to just be a guy.  To sit back, not care, not compete, and just forget about it.  It's easier that way.