I am 25 years old, 5’9 and 3/4 (if I wear shoes) and I am the shortest person in my family — something that has and will haunt me for the rest of my adult life. As the eldest of 3, I have a lot of difficulty accepting this hard, cruel fact of life, but I make up for my short-comings by possessing many admirable qualities.
For example, in grade 12, I won my high school’s (very competitive) Christmas colouring contest. Not only did I win eternal glory, fame and prestige, I also won a very tangible ticket to the movies (which expired by the time I went to use it.
In a perfect world I would live in a tree house, and be paid ridiculous amounts of money to pursue my dreams. Unfortunately, I haven’t entirely decided which dreams to pursue yet… but writing might make the top of the list. I am still looking for life sponsorship opportunities, but so far no one has taken the bait. I’ve been told that if you believe in yourself, anything can happen, but I am beginning to feel a little disillusioned.
In the meantime, I content myself with going to school, and fooling people who don’t know me into thinking that I am somewhat mature. This facade does not last for long however, and I have eternally been deemed “kind of weird” by the majority of my peers. This statement is usually followed with a hasty “in a GOOD way!”
I’ll let you decide for yourself.