Whenever I meet a blogger in person, the first thing that gets acknowledged is just how short I am. Apparently the Internet makes me appear taller. Warning: Objects on Internet appear larger than in real life.
I’m 5’2″ and have what my friends and family call a Napoleon complex. I am a loud and heavy walker, have a large personal bubble and somehow will still manage to kick you out of a king bed. I don’t take up a lot of physical space in this world but I certainly try.
Being short has its drawbacks. It sucks at concerts and other events where people are standing and I can’t see past them. People often don’t notice me because I’m out of their sight range and will bump into me and step on me. You probably are scoffing at this statement but it’s true. You are guilty of it. My height sometimes makes me feel invisible.
Despite that, I like being short. I like that I can date whomever and still feel small. I like that I can squeeze into tight spaces and can easily maneuver a crowd. The chances of my hitting my head on a hanging tree branch are pretty slim. I’m used to everyone being taller than me; I grew up with a brother a foot and a half taller than me so I barely even notice if someone towers over me. But if someone shorter than me is nearby, it freaks me out.
Yes, I’m scared of people shorter than me. I’m also scared of heights, if that makes me seem less weird.
I get made fun of a lot for how short I am. Roommates get a thrill over putting my stuff on the top shelf just to see me climb on the counters to get to it. Some friends like using me as an arm rest. I’m used to it. A new thing that has been brought to my attention is my love for large animals. I often babysit my friend’s Great Dane, a 150 lb monster who is definitely bigger than me. In fact, any large fluffy dog will cause me to melt into a cute-overloaded puddle.
It doesn’t stop there. The bigger the animal is, the more I will love it to pieces. On Saturday B and I went to the aquarium. One of the attractions was this beautiful tiger that you were able to get pretty up close and personal with. When I was looking into this tigers eyes there was no fear, just ohmygod you are so cute I want to cuddle you right now.
If I ever go on a safari, remind my guide to never let me leave the safety of the truck. My survival instincts around large predators seem to be grossly out of line with, say, a normal persons. After all, one of my life goals us to hug a panda. And pet a tiger. Both of which I’m pretty sure will result in my death.
I just have no fear of large animals. Cocker spaniels? Make me nervous. Elephants? I WANT ONE.
Totally normal right?
Or is it just another part of my Napoleon complex?