What’s wrong with 5’10"? At 5’10", you’ll meet two kinds of guys–guys who are taller than you–who shouldn’t have a problem with it–and guys who are shorter, who are puny little punks who should get used to the idea of dating women taller than them
But yeah, guys in high school suck. Glad I haven’t been one of them for a good while now…
To all the puny little sub-5’10" guys who I’m sure will now try to kill me: ha ha–my 6’3" frame will outrun your stubby little legs anyday!
In fact, I think I’ll start running now–I remember my former roomate trying to break my kneecaps after one of those comments–with a punch!
I think it might be because of this one customer in my line that I saw. It was kinda sad. She was this very emaciated woman with a kind of ugly face, and she had to keep pulling up the pants she was wearing. [It was obvious that she was not wearing any underwear.] The one thing that tipped me off that she probably didn’t have much confidence to start with was her chest. She had these huge breasts that were unnaturally large for someone twice her size, obviously purchased at the plastic surgeon’s office. She wasn’t very smart, and didn’t have any signs of being confident. It was really sad to see someone who had to get big tits to feel better about themselves. I think she might have been a stripper also. Right physical type to be one, except I wonder how many customers she got with that face of hers.
I like my body for the most part, and I like being different. It’s not a big deal. I like being tall, I like who I am. I just don’t to be inconvenienced by all the shit I put up with.
Funny, I had a similar experience of high school for somewhat different reasons. The classes were OK, it was the hallways that sucked. At least I was able to strongly discourage the assholes from fucking with me. I had a small circle of friends and kept a very low profile while prepping for college. I was just doing time.
I didn’t really discover the big problem with that approach until later. I spent so long fucking off everybody on the planet that I forgot what it was like to be among actual humans. To put it in perspective, my high school was violent enough that we had two full time cops stationed on campus in addition to the usual neighborhood patrols. Shootings, stabbings, gang wars, drug deals, hookers in training, those cops earned their pay. I was in a snake pit and knew it. But I forgot what real people were like. People who don’t go to guns over dipshit little arguments at the mall. People you could actually give a shit about and make friends with.
So my free advice is keep your head on straight and do what needs doing to get you through. But later on you will get to choose your company. Just don’t forget how to act when you get there.
Oh, as to those teenage boys wanting to “get into your pants”? Hell, girl, all men want that (except esprix and co*) but the adult ones are much more cool about it AND will like you for who you really are (even tho they still want to get into your pants).
*and some of them may well want to get into your pants also … but only if they are in the right size.
This may be an inane, worthless little-piece-of-shit of an idea, but here’s something that works for me:
I like to silently make fun of them all.
During the day, walking through school, hating it all, I give myself a huge ego and try and mock as many people as I can (silently, of course). And somehow the fake arrogance gives me a boost of real self-esteem.
But I am egotistical anyway, so…
I’m not made fun of, I’m well liked, and a bit too much sometimes. I intensely dislike groupies. I like to make fun of them to their faces just subtely enough so they don’t get you’re making fun of them. It’s just hard to keep a straight face so they don’t catch on. I think the last person who followed me around like a stray dog I told to stay the hell away from me because I was sick of him just jabbering on and on about pointless shit. Whatever. I’m over this little schpiel. Moderators, please kill this thing soon.
