Shortness and Turner Syndrome
How Tall Are You?
One of my pet peeves about being short is when people ask me "How tall are you?" Sometimes I honestly want to respond, "I'm 6 ft. 2 in., how tall are you?" just to mess with them and see their reaction (I think it'd be pretty hilarious). Now, I'm not saying that if height gets brought up you can't ask how tall I am, that's normal social interaction. It only bothers me when people ask how tall I am out of the blue, because they were just thinking about how short I am. I've actually had people come up to me and say, "Wow, you're short," like they're just stating a fact. No, really?! I had NO IDEA I'm short! It doesn't offend me or anything, I just don't understand the point of it. They probably expect me to get mad or upset, but I usually just nod my head and say "Yeah...".
I Am Not An Armrest
For some reason that I will never understand, people love putting their elbows on my shoulder when they stand next to me. To me, it almost feels like they just want to show how much taller they are than me; that's the only explanation I can think of. Still, whenever I see somebody whose shorter than me, like a kid, my first reaction isn't "OH! THAT PERSON'S SHORTER THAN ME! I CAN USE THEM AS AN ARMREST!"
Not Being Able to Reach Things
The most embarrassing thing is having to ask someone to get something down from a high shelf for you because you can't reach it. It's not embarrassing because you're short. No, it's embarrassing because of how people react to it when you ask them. Instead of just saying, "Oh yeah, sure!" 99% of people say something along the lines of "Awe! You can't reach that?!" or something to that effect. One of these days I'm going to respond with, "No, I can, I just wanted you to do it for me and thought it would be fun to ask."
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