Posted on Nov 5, 2017, 2:27 pm
#1
I'd like to think that I'm a fraction of what I was supposed to be, a flawed version of myself. To me, height is the root of everything I dedicated my life for. Being a fighter, being a seducer, being a sxx symbol. To me, my height breaking me is inevitable. It's because of the existence of tall men and tall women.
It doesn't matter if tonight, I go out to a club, meet a girl that finds me attractive and get laid. It's just a matter of time till I meet one who doesn't find me attractive because of my height but would have founded me attractive otherwise if I was taller.
It's just a matter of time till I meet a man taller, muscular and handsome who could take my girl (if I had one) anytime he wants to, and the sole reason of it is our height disparity.
The way I see it is that I am beat even before the war starts. I assume these have happened/will inevitably happen and when it really happens, I wouldn't be as shocked/hurt. My height broke me to the point where there aren't many bad things left that would be capable of upsetting me.
My height is my nightmare, the worst curse in my life, the curse I will never get to dispel, an unnecessary hardship. Sometimes I find it strange that almost every other thing in life is changeable (body shape, face, financial status, you name it) but lengthening our bones would require such an extreme surgery that would turn you semi-crippled. I still can't believe this reality.
Now you're all going to say: "Hey, we can't have everything in this life", "You want too much". I understand it perfectly, yet I still think that me ending up short is completely unnecessary. The worst part about my height is that my father is 4" taller than me. I gotta be really really unlucky in order for this to happen.
There are 2 kinds of tall men in this world.
First kind is the one that doesn't feel that he's superior to me or has any advantages over me because of his height. He views me as an ideal man and he just happens to have longer bones but nothing more.
The other kind is the who feels superior to me because of his height. He views me as a short flawed man and views himself as an ideal man.
It would be absurd for me to be friends with the latter. And if my life had a purpose, it would be to demolish this kind of tall men.
It doesn't matter if tonight, I go out to a club, meet a girl that finds me attractive and get laid. It's just a matter of time till I meet one who doesn't find me attractive because of my height but would have founded me attractive otherwise if I was taller.
It's just a matter of time till I meet a man taller, muscular and handsome who could take my girl (if I had one) anytime he wants to, and the sole reason of it is our height disparity.
The way I see it is that I am beat even before the war starts. I assume these have happened/will inevitably happen and when it really happens, I wouldn't be as shocked/hurt. My height broke me to the point where there aren't many bad things left that would be capable of upsetting me.
My height is my nightmare, the worst curse in my life, the curse I will never get to dispel, an unnecessary hardship. Sometimes I find it strange that almost every other thing in life is changeable (body shape, face, financial status, you name it) but lengthening our bones would require such an extreme surgery that would turn you semi-crippled. I still can't believe this reality.
Now you're all going to say: "Hey, we can't have everything in this life", "You want too much". I understand it perfectly, yet I still think that me ending up short is completely unnecessary. The worst part about my height is that my father is 4" taller than me. I gotta be really really unlucky in order for this to happen.
There are 2 kinds of tall men in this world.
First kind is the one that doesn't feel that he's superior to me or has any advantages over me because of his height. He views me as an ideal man and he just happens to have longer bones but nothing more.
The other kind is the who feels superior to me because of his height. He views me as a short flawed man and views himself as an ideal man.
It would be absurd for me to be friends with the latter. And if my life had a purpose, it would be to demolish this kind of tall men.