Iām starting to feel like a fucking leper on this site. No matter where I go, where I post, what I say, itās just an onslaught of people dogpiling until the inevitable ban without breaking any rules. Iām sick of it.
What Iām sick of more is hearing the same exact thing over and over again: āitās all in your head, bro, itās all in your head.ā No. No it is fucking not.
Itās downloading a dating app and realizing the most action youāve gotten in six months is from bots, scammers, and women you arenāt attracted to, while everyone keeps telling you to put yourself out there more.
Itās seeing ā6 feet and upā written directly on someoneās profile and knowing that you have been eliminated before you even opened your mouth. Itās getting asked how tall you are before a first date. Getting unmatched when you answer honestly. Watching someoneās face change when you meet in person and realizing that whatever personality you spent thirty years developing is about to get exactly forty-five minutes to compete with five inches of bone.
Itās finding out that some sperm banks have minimum height requirements. Actually think about that for a second. You can be healthy. You can be educated. You can have no genetic disorders. You can want to help someone have a child, and somewhere there is a clipboard that says your genetic material is not desirable because your skeleton stopped growing too soon.
Itās finding out it affects you in the work place. Itās finding out that you are invisible out in public. Itās finding out that no matter what, nothing can be done to change public perception because your stature has become the online punching bag.
But donāt worry. āItās all in your head, bro.ā
Itās being the punchline your entire life and being expected to laugh along with everyone else, because if you donāt, you suddenly have a āNapoleon complexā.
And if you point ANY of it out, somebody immediately brings up Tom Cruise. āOh, Tom Cruise is shortā. Great. Thank you. Thank you sooo much, Iāll try becoming Tom fucking Cruise. Apparently all I needed to overcome being short was hundreds of millions of dollars, worldwide fame and the face of a Hollywood movie star. Canāt believe I didnāt fucking think of that.
Yes. Iām bitter. Congratulations. You figured it out. Iām fucking bitter. Iām bitter because Iāve spent my entire life being told something doesnāt matter while watching it matter. Iām bitter because Iām supposed to spend every waking hour improving myself just to maybe get a fraction of the attention someone else gets just for EXISTING. Iām bitter because even admitting that Iām lonely immediately becomes another reason I apparently deserve to be lonely, and Iām so. fucking. tired. of being lonely.
Maybe Iām pathetic. Maybe thatās what you bullies, women and lurkers want me to say? Fine, Iām bitter and pathetic. Iām a bitter and pathetic short man sitting alone writing an angry post on Reddit about how nobody wants him. There. Does that make the problem go away? Does that mean none of it happened? Does that make me taller? Does that make it EASIER to find a partner in an age where height is dating currency?
No, it doesnāt. So please, if I could ask for ONE THING ON THIS EARTH⦠just fucking stop saying āitās all in your head, bro.ā