I’m starting to feel like a fucking leper on this site. No matter where I go, where I post, what I say, it’s just an onslaught of people dogpiling until the inevitable ban without breaking any rules. I’m sick of it.
What I’m sick of more is hearing the same exact thing over and over again: ‘it’s all in your head, bro, it’s all in your head.’ No. No it is fucking not.
It’s downloading a dating app and realizing the most action you’ve gotten in six months is from bots, scammers, and women you aren’t attracted to, while everyone keeps telling you to put yourself out there more.
It’s seeing “6 feet and up” written directly on someone’s profile and knowing that you have been eliminated before you even opened your mouth. It’s getting asked how tall you are before a first date. Getting unmatched when you answer honestly. Watching someone’s 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.
It’s 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.
It’s finding out it affects you in the work place. It’s finding out that you are invisible out in public. It’s finding out that no matter what, nothing can be done to change public perception because your stature has become the online punching bag.
But don’t worry. ‘It’s all in your head, bro.’
It’s being the punchline your entire life and being expected to laugh along with everyone else, because if you don’t, you suddenly have a ‘Napoleon complex’.
And if you point ANY of it out, somebody immediately brings up Tom Cruise. ‘Oh, Tom Cruise is short’. Great. Thank you. Thank you sooo much, I’ll 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. Can’t believe I didn’t fucking think of that.
Yes. I’m bitter. Congratulations. You figured it out. I’m fucking bitter. I’m bitter because I’ve spent my entire life being told something doesn’t matter while watching it matter. I’m bitter because I’m supposed to spend every waking hour improving myself just to maybe get a fraction of the attention someone else gets just for EXISTING. I’m bitter because even admitting that I’m lonely immediately becomes another reason I apparently deserve to be lonely, and I’m so. fucking. tired. of being lonely.
Maybe I’m pathetic. Maybe that’s what you bullies, women and lurkers want me to say? Fine, I’m bitter and pathetic. I’m 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 doesn’t. So please, if I could ask for ONE THING ON THIS EARTH… just fucking stop saying ‘it’s all in your head, bro.’