What The Hell Was That???

I just had to break-up a fight at work between some tennaged boys. I don't understand that crap.I spent a good part of my morning telling these boys to leave eachother alone and as soon as they got the chance, they jumped the kid in the staircase. I don't remember exactly how I thought as a teen, but I know that right now fighting makes no sense to me. What could possibly be going on in your mind when you think it's ok to have a few of your friends help you beat somebody down? Maybe it's just me in my old age. I just don't get it. We do it to ourselves all the time, yet we want to blame the system, the white man, and the rest of the world. It's everybodys fault but our own. If I could get through one month without these kids trying to kill eachother I'd be great. People find out what I do and immediately they want to fear for my safety, but I tell them all the time: the kids don't bother me, it's stopping them from killing eachother that makes it work. How sad is that?!