Last night my world was shattered. I realized that my younger brother, RODDY, is taller than me.
He was like “Ha, ha. I’m taller than you, little hobbit.” Shut Up Roddee! No one understands the daily struggles of being short. People use your head as an armrest, like ALL the time. I’m not an armrest, I’M A HUMAN BEING! People also assume you’re like 5 or 6 years younger than you are. When I went to the Ferris wheel at the pier, they asked if I wanted the twelve and under ticket. TWELVE AND UNDER!!!! I’M THIRTYNINE!.
People always feel the need to point out how short you are. Like “Wow, you’re like five feet tall and eleven inches.” NO I’M 5 FOOT ONE QUARTER, idiot.
People also taunt you by holding things above your head or putting them on a high shelf. I really want to strangle each and every tall person but to do so I would NEED A STEP LADDER!!!!!!