small-time

Shortness is a disease I have been crippled with since the first years of puberty when everyone could reach the top of the class blackboard except me. Such is the cruelty of the human gene. Miserable as it is being unable to reach the upper cupboard without help from the handy footstool, I find myself unable to imagine existing as a taller person. Too much looking up at other people talking has engrained in every fiber of my short being the finality of my situation. I shall never be tall. It has been pounded into my subconscious by countless comparisons to 70's Filipino "little people" action stars (to be P.C. about it). But it's aight. I take comfort that everybody, even the tallest amongst us, still have to look up to see the stars. whereas I, on the other hand, was compared to one. NYAHAHAHAHAHA!!!