Monkeying Around

I spend several hours a week with a high school senior. I seem to have forgotten much of the logic of an 18-year-old girl. I find it hilarious.

She has been explaining her theories of love and relationships lately. I have to admit, although the situations never apply to me, and make me laugh, the advice at least tend to have some logic.

I've also forgotten much of the drama. Every experience is new, exciting, life-altering, or perhaps end-of-the-world. Recently, she told me very animatedly, and in a very upset manner that you shouldn't ask to stay friends with someone when you dump them. I happen to share this opinion.

The revelation came with the next statement.

"Asking to stay friends after your break up is like shooting a dog and then saying 'Oh, we can still keep it.'"

However, my favorite came a couple of days later when I expressed my surprise that her ex-boyfriend was bringing her and her friends a pizza to school. I was told, "He broke my heart! The least he can do is bring me a pizza!" And then I realized. She's absolutely right. If a pizza will make things better, I'm game.

If only I'd thought of this earlier in life, as I'm now finding it difficult to calculate whether I owe more pizzas, or more pizzas are owed to me...