I'm "Vertically Challenged."

Everybody says that.

I tell them it's great until they have to live with it.

People insult me because I'm tall and skinny. I can't help it.
My joints hurts like hell. Every one, Every day.
I can't buy pants.
I can't fit in most cars.
I can't fit through doorways without ducking my head.
 
"You always hear short people ask tall people if they play basketball... but you never hear tall people ask short people if they play miniature golf. Why is that?"
 
I'm asked that question 3000 times a day.

I always tell people I suck at basketball. Because I do.

Then they reply with "but you're sooooooo talllllllllllll."

I just say "Height has nothing to do with skill."
 
While I'm not exactly tall (about 5' 10'' or so), my legs are long and unless I'm able to find smaller ones that are cut wide, you'll find me wearing size 16 shoes. Needless to say, I have a lot of trouble in smaller cars.

I used to know a guy that was 6' 7''. He lived in a basement with his gf and the ceiling went only as high as his neck. Poor bastard couldn't walk without bending over. His skull has been the victim of many lightbulbs.
 
It happens. WTF is highly unpredictable. Stuff that I thought would fail kept going and going and going. Stuff that I thought would do well died early. Other things just went in other directions far, far away from where I wanted them to.
 
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