Samira & The Wild Boys: Growing up I was always told to study books and not boys, and this was the one philosophy that followed me for as long as I could remember. Interestingly enough, I managed to do both and not out of intention but rather because of the way Ive been inclined. I grew up in the same household as a wolf pack, a band of young, reckless hooligans all under the same roof. I saw them fight, eat, play, and stay loyal within each other and that is all Ive ever wanted or known to be the correct way to live. The loyalty required to be a part of the wolf pack was naturally embedded in me, I was always just like one of the boys. I dressed like them, I talked like them, I even chilled out and played video games like one of the boys. I listened to them talk about girls, clubs, family and sports. I watched the way they threw their socks everywhere and never cleared their dishes, but I never once had a problem with it. Our pack consisted of: Moose; The Silent Beast Bones; The Womanizer Roland; The Shit Disturber Kamo; The Instigator Macintosh; The Wild Card Roger; The Smart Ass Andy; The Dark Warrior Kevin; The Golden Child Marky; The Master of Random Dad; Old Dog Rosh; Rosh Dog Me; The Bosss Daughter Eventually things started to change, I moved away with my mom and brother and every time I came back I saw that the wolf pack was just not them same. Slowly the boys of the house started to scatter and begin their own individual lives, so the house grew empty and as did I. Then I started my quest to replace my wild boys, but I was never successful. With every boy that I brought into my life, I had high hopes that eventually he could lead me to my new pack, but it never happened. I tried creating that bond with females but it was no where even close, as you cannot make a wolf pack out of a mess of felines.I searched high and low, near and far and was never able to find anything close to my pack, but now I understand more than ever why things have panned out the way they have. I realized you couldnt just find that loyalty anywhere, it needed to come from somewhere deeper. For example; a need to protect, or a love for their own blood, a respect gained through serious circumstance, etc., otherwise you were a comrade but never a part of the pack. I suppose this is why I was never able to keep my female bonds as tight and hanging out with the guys just always seemed right. People often think the worst of a single female thats surrounded by a group of guys, but they never think about what type of female she must be to have the privilege to do so. I have literally just chilled with numerous amounts of males that genuinely just like my company and that kind of respect between genders is not easily gained. What most females dont understand is every man has the ability to be a perfect best friend, so long as you have the ability to roll with or at least understand their pack. As for my gang of wild boys, I miss you guys and all of the commotion from Milford Haven every single day. I just hope that our next generation of hooligans come out stronger and wiser than ours, so at least they can keep our values of true loyalty alive. #randomshortstory #fromtheheart #memorylane #forthewildboys #theendlesssearch #whatisloyalty
Posted on: Thu, 10 Jul 2014 16:46:34 +0000
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