Random encounter in the parking lot with a guy who might be crazy, might be on drugs or might just be one of those sort of weird..happy..take life as it comes people (who I think is part Native American, I mean I am not just guessing that he babbled something about it, me too buddy, just haven't figured out what kind yet).
He made a few comments at me (I was less than receptive, sorry guy! I wasn't trying to be rude, just distracted) and the last thing he says is "You are a short one ain't ya, see ya shortie!"
I have spent my whole life being short (I mean obviously, it's not like I was 6 feet tall for a day and then shrank the next) and my whole life having people comment on how I am shorter than average. Isn't weird how something becomes so intrinsically part of yourself that you don't think about it? I have always been the short friend, even when my friends weren't much taller than me, I was the little one. It is still incredibly novel to me to know people my size or smaller. If I was suddenly plunked down in Peru or somewhere else where I would be about average height (thanks Wikipedia for telling me that) I don't think I would know what to do..it is sort of funny because there is a sort of half second of irritation when I meet someone who is small like me and someone comments on it like NO, ME I am the little one.
Does anyone else feel that way? Like you are the funny one in your group and some new guy wanders in cracking jokes and you are like who does this guy think he is? Or the tall one or the bookish one or whatever.
It's silly right? How one little thing that we never even think about otherwise becomes so important to who we are, to what we are for a moment.
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