Being short is something I am use to, after all, I have been the shortest person around about 80 percent of the time. But I don’t think “normal sized” people or as I like to call everyone taller than me… Giants… really understand what being short is like.
So if you are one of those giants, pay attention because chances are if you know a short person they have experienced something similar to this…
Being short means that when you are in a huge crowd of people, (especially if most of them happen to be human giraffes) you are most probably staring at their lower backs/shoulder blades, and if a person is really tall like gigantic, you are staring at their butt. And it’s always great being in a crowd and being short when someone lets one rip. You will be the first to smell it, and if you are very lucky, it might even be right by your face. Sure you can try standing on your “tippy” toes but you still won’t get fresh air because everyone around you are giants, so here you are stuck with the smell and nowhere to go…
You know what, here’s an example of one of those very situations.
My Best friend and I won tickets to a concert in March last year and they were pretty good tickets, general standing which is just behind golden circle (and when I say just behind it’s more like thousands of people in golden circle then a little gate thingy and a few more hundreds of people and then myself and “porcupine” aka the best friend). So having explained our position I am sure that you can only imagine how many people were surrounding us (not good when you have a little thing called claustrophobia).
So here we are surrounded by hundreds of people and every single person around me happens to be an entire head and some even an entire upper body taller than me. I spend the entire night staring up at either butts (okay that one might be a slight exaggeration but really that’s how short I felt with all these people around) ,backs or the back of someone’s head. I think I saw the stage a collected amount of 4 maybe 5 times, I couldn’t even see the big ass screens on the side because of the hundreds of human giraffe’s surrounding me.
On top of the whole not being able to see thing, that other little thing I mentioned earlier AKA claustrophobia started creeping up on me and I thought I was going to have a full-fledged panic attack, I tried sitting down but no that was a BIG mistake because instead of calming fresh air I was welcomed by smelly feet, sweat and farts. It was, how could I say this, tortuous! I figured that the only way I was going to get any fresh air would be to jump as high as I possibly could, at least no one would be giving me weird looks since we are at a concert after all, well after totally exhausting myself with all the jumping up and down I had eventually managed to get some fresh air but boy it was a mission. Now tell me this human giraffes how many times do you have to go through these kinds of measures for some fresh air? Probably never.
I want to say that the above story was an exaggeration but in all honesty I am that short. (1.55 meters to be exact) I am happy to say that I have met people shorter than me so that does comfort me a little, and to be honest I love that I’m short, sure I probably breathe different air than you do and maybe everything looks different from this point of view. But basically my point is that being short can sometimes be really difficult, and sometimes it’s the best thing in the world.
Like for example if you really don’t want someone to notice you, you can just hide behind someone taller. If you have to push through a crowd, it is usually a lot easier to push people out-of-the-way and move fast when they can’t see you, for some reason no one ever looks down in those kind of situations.
And when you happened to be a girl wearing heels, the expression on faces when you take your shoes off and they see how short you really are, well it’s absolutely priceless and almost always makes me laugh.
Honestly maybe there is no point to this post, but I hope that some of you taller people out there understand a little about being little.
As you can see below, my average sized friend aka porcupine (as mentioned above)…. and me #TBT.
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