Monday, December 29, 2008
(Hi? hmm, he must be interested). "Hi."
"You know, you are very-"
"No, don't say it. Don't say it!" (I was feeling a little playful)
"....Beautiful. You thought I was going to say tall, didn't you?"
Ha! Not a bad pickup line actually, but I wasn't swooned.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
The irony of it is that I adore long hair. I just love the images of young maidens with their long tresses blowing wildly about them in the breeze.....but the fact of the matter is that I look better with short hair. Every couple years I forget this fact and try to grow it out long, but then the sight of it shocks me back into reality. Oh well. On the plus side, it is a lot easier to manage. :)
Monday, December 8, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
Today as I was exiting Walmart, an obnoxious lady noticed my height from the entryway where she was getting her cart. Even though I hadn’t even noticed her, she started talking to me as if we were in the middle of conversation.
“Well, look at you. You are damn tall.”
She was definitely not humble, she was rude. So I ignored her and kept walking.
“Hey! Excuse me!”
I continued to ignore her and walked on past and out of the sliding doors. I could hear her muttering behind me.
“Well, she’s too damn tall.”
The more I thought about this encounter, the more upset it made me. What had she expected me to do? She was the one who had called out to me in such rude fashion. No doubt if I had stopped to talk to her she would only have said more rude things. And what the heck did she mean that I was too damn tall? Like it’s something to be ashamed of? Like something’s wrong with me? Like it’s something I had any control over?
It took me a while to cool down from that one.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
"How tall are you?"
She sounded appropriately humble, so I decided to answer.
Sometimes I say 6'3". I like to vary it.
"I know what it's like to be tall." She didn't look tall to me. "I'm 5'9" and I remember the things the kids used to say about me back in school when I was taller than everyone else."
She sounded like she wanted me to commiserate with her, so I commiserated.
"Yeah, I know what that's like."
I shouldn't have said it though, because it's a lie. I never got made fun of in school for being tall, at least not to my face. I was known as the smart kid, or the bookworm, but never the tall kid. Oh, people recognized that I was somewhat above average in height, but I can't recall a single time anyone in school said anything negative about it.
However, I have heard this sentiment from several other tall women. A lot of them were talked about or made fun of in school for being tall. And honestly, probably also for being large, a logical side effect which sometimes comes with being so tall.
Do people really think that their height/size is something these women had control over? To anyone who ever did this, shame on you.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Now this wasn't always the case. I distinctly remember being uncomfortable with my height during my awkward teenage years. I was very, very shy, and I hated that people always stared at me because of it. I also remember feeling clumsy, as if my soul wasn't big enough to fill up the body that it was in. But somewhere along the way, as the years passed, I finally grew into my skin.
I don't even think about it, really. It's just who I am. And to be honest, most of the time I even enjoy the attention it brings. I usually find myself walking down the street with a confident step and head held high, because I know that people notice me. And from the many comments that I've heard over the years, I figure that it's the good kind of noticing. Who doesn't enjoy a little attention? It's the same sort of confidence as knowing that you have dressed particularly well today.
It's just who I am. It's my share in life. And I have to say, it's not half bad.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
I generally brush off these sorts of encounters as they are very brief, but I couldn't help wondering as I walked the rest of the way to my car: what the heck did he mean?
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Granted, I haven't sat in a chair that has been designed to accommodate my height since I was 12, but this is also the first time in my life that I have been confined to a chair for 8 full hours (and sometimes more) out of my day. It's never exactly been comfortable, but usually I don't have to sit in the same spot for more than an hour or two. Except at work. Imagine that you are sitting in one of those kindergarten chairs where your knees are taller than the seat of the chair so they kind of stick up in your face when you sit down. That's what it is like for a tall person. I only had this revelation a few months ago, but now I find myself gazing enviously at seated people. People who can comfortably sit up straight in their chair because their legs fall naturally to the ground and balance them out. I cannot sit up straight in a chair for any period of time because it is too short for my legs, so my body wants to naturally slouch in order to balance out the weight. Which is what I find myself doing at work.
Now as soon as I identified the problem I began working on a solution; namely, how to sit in a chair so as to maximize my posture and reduce soreness. So far, I haven't come up with any solutions that are ideal, but I intend to study this problem diligently at work on a daily basis. I'm hopeful that given enough time - which I have plenty of - I'll be able to come up with something that I can sit back, relax, and enjoy.