There are few things I like better than ‘Talking Tall’. I love comparing stories with those like-bodied people who have funny tidbits to share. Usually in some way, shape, or form we can all relate to a tall story because we have experienced it or something similar. Many times I will be approached by random tall people because they want to share a story with me. It’s a tall brotherhood. Or a tall sisterhood. Whichever way you choose to look at it.
But here’s the rub, when a short person asks me direct and specific questions about being tall, I sometimes find it hard to answer. I wonder if I start spilling all of my awesomely, hilarious and entertaining tall stories, this short person is going to be at their next party saying, “So I was talking to this giant and she was telling me about her height. She told me…” and then they relay some of my great stories.
I’m not usually very shy so I’ll ‘talk Tall’ with anyone but I find it much more stimulating to discuss anything height-related with other tall people. I wonder, does that make me a heightist? Short people usually don’t get it. They try. They will tell me their horror stories of trying to find clothes and I can’t relate. All I can think about is how the petite sections have been around forever. And I can’t feel pity for a short person who can buy clothes long enough and then get them tailored to fit. I’ve even had some short people tell me they can shop in the kids section. I’m thinking ‘Sweet!’. The kids section has some of the coolest clothes. Who doesn’t want a Hulk t-shirt?
So I guess I don’t know where this leaves me. I have the type of personality where I can’t stop talking to people so maybe I need to get over my reluctance to share my stories with those physically less fortunate. Because come on, I’ve really got some good stories to share.
I’ll continue to regale short and tall alike and hope that even though both sides of the coin are dramatically different, we can all relate in some way. And if not, then I hope I can at least make someone laugh.