On being small

Inspired by Keith's "boo-hoo-on-me" blog about being tall, I'll write its reciprocal, and boo-hoo about being small (and then list the hoorays about the same).

Cons: Without leaping, I can reach no top shelves. Strong winds blow me away (seriously). I don't always weigh enough to donate blood. People (Keiths) who are big often forget I am small and that a fake punch hurts like a real one and a funny push actually knocks me over. I look twelve years old. I have to buy pants marked "short;" they're still too long (I've recently discovered that one of my favorite pairs of pants are actually capris). I can be benchpressed.

Pros: I will live longer than the average tall person. I can snuggle pretty much anyone. When I AM being accidentally-on-purpose beat up, I can scrunch up so tiny that I surprise even myself. I can fit in children's clothes which are often far less expensive. I am incredible at hide-and-seek.

That about does it. Even though the pro list is smaller, I actually rather enjoy being tiny. I think tall people are weird. They make me uncomfortable (sorry, tall folks).

The end.