I don't understand men.
Okay, I have the basics down. Jason, for example, could probably live in a perfectly content state for the rest of his entire life as long as he was guaranteed sleep, sex, food, and cigarettes. Everything else? Just details.
What I don't get, and what I will probably never get about men, or at least the men I work with, is how they can absolutely talk complete smack about each other, to each other's faces, yell, curse, scream, fight, and then?
Go have lunch together.
It boggles my mind.
If someone I worked with called me everything but a white woman, insulted my intelligence, credibility, and professional qualifications? I cannot imagine I'd be like, "Hey. Wanna go get some burgers?"
What's even crazier? They went and all had lunch together, came back to the class we were all taking, stood in the hall and talked about how much each of the others sucked, and then all walked back to their offices together, laughing and talking, as though they were best friends.
I don't know whether I should laugh or cry.