I don't know anyone under saay five foot ... nine, who understands what I mean when I repeatly wished, especially back in middle and highschool, that I could be a few inches shorter.
I think it was because I did all my growing quickly in middle school, but I was very clumsy and uncoordinated for many years. I think I *finally* adjusted to my body's height a few years ago, when I hit my twenties.
I'm always hitting my head on shit, I'm all leg, it's not just that the seats are wrong at work, but the DESKS are too low for me.
Arg.
And short people are like, god I wish I could reach things.
Fool. I'll reach things for you, you won't be there when I lightly concuss myself for the nth time on the cupboard door you left open.