Being Short.

No
- its anything but ''nice'' to be short - because as we all know ''nice'' is boring, and is usually a word we all use when we (English people) know we can't give the subject in question the accolade of being 'brilliant'' or ''great''.

''I wish I was a little bit taller''
''aw (!!!?) but it's nice though ain't it?"...

I'm sorry why are you A) Patronising me with you false adoration ''aw''!?
B) posing this as a question not a statement?

...is it because you are not convinced that residing under 5"3 is anything to be jealous of?
- Yes.
So let me tell you of two separate occasions on which I kicked myself (really it's not that hard when you're leg is also your back, arms and face.) for being short.

Case 1: Hanna
I was working in one other constituent (on my day off from my regular job) when I saw my current and most recent crush. He was walking by - and i was ogling - just a normal routine for the both of us. As I momentarily catch his beautiful blue eyes, his glance is snatched back (cue bow chica wow music) by the leggy and very hot Hanna. She has legs up to her Spanish nose and fancies herself as a Penelope Cruz, my sources tell me.
Adorned in the cutes shorts and a smart preppy jumper to balance it out, Hanna couldn't be more
of a guys dream. Shes part Spanish too...damn.
Anyway my crush didn't look away. I would have tried to kick her out of his eye line but unfortunately my stumps don't permit me that luxury.

Case 2: The tube, the scruffy foreigner and his girlfriend
I was minding my own business, contemplating what I would eat in bed *tea and biccies*, when I was forced in to a corner via Westminster station. The relentless crowd bombarded and scuppered their way in to all the corners - and being my height I was probably overlooked and would no doubt have been crushed if I hadn't yapped (yes yapped) at the commuters to back off.
As the tube resumed its journey on route to Waterloo I realised that I was staring in to the corner of very dangerous looking London paper. I looked up - which I have to do to attain some air!- and was almost knocked back as the foreigner turned the page. The action screamed ''paper cut in the eye'', but he didn't care - I made sure I threw daggers at him, but he didn't seem to notice...he probably didn't realise I was there. So I tutted...nothing. I looked a little further down, and noticed he had a bloody grubby hand *shudder* the audacity to wave that thing in my face! I couldn't even move back, and I know he knew of my discomfort because he shuffled his paper as if to emphasize that it was my fault for being so short.
I know he was a foreigner because he briefly muttered something (sounded like polish) to his girlfriend - she was standing there looking at me all this time, I even made a face in full view to showcase how much I hated him...but she didn't show any signs of being his girlfriend...oops. The girlfriend stared me out, but I made sure she knew I hated her grubby boyfriend by looking pointedly at his hand and screwing up my face. Ha. Alas, if I had been a few inches taller we probably would have all been friends.
Finally arriving at Waterloo - where they all get off thank God - I made sure she and her boyfriend went around me, not over me, bloody cheek that they practically tried!

So No being short is anything but nice. Its just unattractive and impractical at the best and worst of times. I'm going to look in to stretching...the Chinese do it all the time, but if that's true why are they all bloody short too?

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