why i like arm-wrestling

as soon as the bell goes off, all the girls rush out to the playground. in the playground they get up to the usual things that girls get up to. girls skip. girls sing. girls gossip. girls dare each other to talk to the boys. girls eat sweets. girls are girls during break-time.

i don't go out with the girls. i stay in the classroom. i don't skip, i don't sing, i don't gossip. i sit at the teacher's desk. the boys pile around. one by one they come and arm-wrestle with me. i beat them all. even the one i know i shouldn't beat. then we slap each other on the back. i'm one of them.

this only lasts a few years. then the wrestling goes all metaphorical on me.