I was talking to the sister I like the other night, and for reasons I won’t share because I don’t remember, the topic turned to height.
“You’re, what, five two, right,” I said.
"“Five two and a HALF,” she replied.
“Stop saying that! It emphasizes the fact that you wish you were taller and makes you sound like a weenie!”
“Easy for YOU to say. How tall are you?”
“I don’t know exactly–” I began.
“Because you are TALL ENOUGH. You won that part of the Rhymer family genetic lottery, and I lost, though admittedly I’m smarter and prettier and will live longer. Now stop mocking me or I will give you an open handed slap across the mouth.”
“You mean knee,” I said.
I won’t go into the rest of the conversation but it involved one of us throwing a slice of cheesecake at the other. Anyway, here’s the thread question: are you happy with your height, or do you wish you were taller? (Or, for that matter, shorter?)
Poll in a moment, but don’t let that slow you down.
Male, 6-foot-flat. The (moderate) height comes in handy (just yesterday, I was able to impress my father-in-law by reaching some items for which he would’ve needed a stool to reach).
I’ve never wished I was taller; there have been only a few times I wished I was shorter, and that was when I was seated in coach on an airplane.
I’m 5’3" so I am pretty happy with my height.
There are times when it would be nice to be taller, like when I have to reach things off a high shelf.
Of course, if I were a whole lot taller my weight would match my height.
I take the approach that I am the measure of all things in my universe (after all, why should SOMEONE ELSE be the measure of all thing in MY universe?) So, by that reckoning, I am just the right size.
Any inconvenience that results is the fault of the thing that is too high or too low or too large or too small, etc., in relation to me.
Just fine. I used to be a shade under 6’, but am now about 5’10" or so. Age, don’t you know. Two of my sons are shorter guys, one is taller than me. I’ve never wished I was taller, other than when playing basketball. My brother-in-law is about 6’4, and always refers to himself as a freak. Most things are designed for people around my height, so I’m good with it.
Male, 5’4"; I’m Cantonese, shrug what am I gonna do? Dozens of generations of genetics are working against me. I’m actually one of the taller people in my family, so, considering, it’s not that bad. It’s never really been an issue with you round-eyes.