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This disturbs me.
And know this; before you die, you will shrink, but - if anything - I will only grow taller.
Dear God.
God?
Oh, him. Yes, we have an understanding.
Though really height doesn't bother me. I'm short by Western standards, which was strange at first, but I got used to it fairly quick.
Height is pointless in modern society, unless you're Lyndon B. Johnson.
In which case you'd probably just break the knees of anyone taller than you anyhow.
Height is not remotely pointless in modern society. Taller people command far more respect than shorter. Also, it's immensely relevant in the dating scene.
Hence the Knee Hammer.
^ This. I can't even count the number of times my height has given me an advantage socially. Someone's being an asshole to me? I can stare down at them menacingly and be an asshole right back at them, and more often than not, they back off. (And even then, not many people are assholes to me anymore, probably due in part to my height.) I need to get a group of people's attention? I can tower above them all and yell at them, and more often than not, everyone looks at me. I need to get through a crowd quickly? I can yell at people to move, they see me above everyone else's head, and more often than not, they move. Etc.
Yeah, well, f*ck you roo.
I'm not one with a commanding presence; I like it that way, quite honestly.
That was supposed to be a "t", not an "r", but you know what? F*ck roo, too.
Meh. Sometimes it can be a pain in the 
SS to stand out, honestly, and as I've mentioned before, there are disadvantages to being tall (such as being constantly afraid of hitting my head on things).
Throughout my life I have learned to blend into the background, though, despite my height. It developed as a survival tactic (metaphorically speaking): if no one noticed me, they wouldn't be mean to me (and considering that in elementary school, a sh!tload of people were mean to me for various reasons -- I was taller than them and they didn't like that, I wasn't Christian, I was a b@stard, I liked to read, etc. -- that was a very important thing to me at the time). It hasn't always worked, but it's worked well enough in most situations.
Indeed. Fvck roo, the @sshole.
Height always helped, but it's never been the most useful tool for me. If there is one thing that life has taught me, it is this: no matter how tall you are, there is sure to be someone taller. No matter how powerfully built you are, there is sure to be someone stronger. And eventually, you will meet them.
Much more useful to me, from an early age, has been a sense of theatrics and a halfway-decent grasp of human nature. As soon as I was out of puberty, I realized that I had acquired a deep baritone voice that I could make crack like a whip - without actually yelling. So I started getting attention not by towering or by yelling, but by suddenly speaking - letting my voice cut across conversation, startle people, make them look around. Then I would stand up, and let my height introduce me.
Similarly, back in school, a charming fellow once told teenage-me that he was going to take me out in the parking lot and beat me to death with his belt. The kid was a few inches shorter than me, but he looked strong, and I knew that I might have had at least a little trouble handling him. But all I did was look him up and down, and then snort, and then give a deep belly laugh that attracted the attention of the entire room. Then, once everyone was looking, I leaned in very close, looked him up and down again, raised my eyebrows, and asked one question: "You?"
Height is useful. It doesn't do to underestimate its usefulness. But self-confidence, and the capacity to use what nature has given you to best effect - that is priceless.
Intelligent, insightful, and articulate as always, Norv. I can't say I disagree with any of your points.
You and Nat are both heathens.
Sweatpants are the best because they require no tailoring, are insanely comfortable, and feel just like pajamas.
ftfy :P
They do absolutely nothing for my butt and are therefore inferior.
Wait... since when is Nat gay? o_O
Well, shorts are far superior in that aspect. *nod*
Oh, the other Nat. I see. *slinks into dark corner*
Hey now, nothing wrong with the fab side of life. \o/
You of all people now know the hells of winter, Bostonian.
I received a charming TG from Manisdog saying "Why don't you take a trip to Britain and experience how the British treat us ?"
This gave me a moment of extreme amusement.
Never.
To be fair to him, if the British suddenly got really racist after meeting you, could you honestly blame them?
"I never hated the British until I went there, you see how they treat us, I stayed in hackney for a week,I was supposed to go back but I never did, you know why because all of them are f*cking racists, I had to get my nose broken to understand this...The british are beyond redemption, benchod hai woh sab"
The Hindi is "They are all bahenchods".
I don't think he understands the irony here.
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