It’s true. I think especially for those of us who are moderately tall. I’m 6’2", and it’s very unnerving when someone is significantly taller than me. I’m just not used to it.
To anyone thinking about this seriously: I’m certain a very significant portion of tall people suffer or used to suffer from the same worries and insecurities as short people. Namely not fitting in.
It’s a bit of a long one. We have a bunch of cats, and one of them (my first pet as an adult) had to get a few teeth removed because the vet had missed that they were hurting her. After she came back from the vet, two of our cats started mercilessly tormenting her. She couldn’t even go to the litterbox without being attacked.
Also relevant, the day before we had moved our great dane’s twin bed from beside the couch into the middle of the room while we re-arranged.
Well, that morning I was on the couch, and I watched one of the cats get in position to attack the older cat, so I got ready to interfere quickly. The attack happens, I spring up, and the attacker runs under the bed. I grab the bed to lift it up to scold her, and I used the amount of force necessary to lift the bed from the short end. The problem was this time I was on the long end which required a whole lot less force to lift.
So, I lifted it up too hard and felt it leave my hand, at which point my wife walked through the door and the bed flipped over and landed on my wife’s dog. I immediately panic because I thought she might be hurt and pull the bed off, and of course my wife starts screaming at me things like, “What the fuck is wrong with you,” then storms off to take them outside.
So, I’m sitting there with adrenaline pumping through my body trying to calm down, and she comes back in and starts in on me. After a few minutes of me saying it was an accident and it wasn’t as violent and scary as it looked, she still wasn’t relenting, so I screamed, “Fucking stop. I know I made a mistake, I know she could have been hurt. Just stop pushing.”
So… yeah. Not my best moment, but I wasn’t considering that I’m intimidating just because of my height. And before anyone thinks I’m abusive, that’s like the second time I’ve yelled in the 7 years we’ve been together. I’m generally a super non-confrontational person.
Also, you have the benefit/detriment of intimidating people just by existing.
Also the burden of being consistently asked by strangers to grab things from a top shelf
It’s true. I think especially for those of us who are moderately tall. I’m 6’2", and it’s very unnerving when someone is significantly taller than me. I’m just not used to it.
Make sure to take the rare opportunity to ask them how the weather is up there!
You and those other people have a better chance of getting into upper management
Six feet. Knew one guy who made me look puny. Seeing him get out of his Hummer2 was like watching a regular sized guy get out of a midsize car…
Whelp somehow most of male friends are about your size, making me feel small…
Definitely sounds like a benefit.
To anyone thinking about this seriously: I’m certain a very significant portion of tall people suffer or used to suffer from the same worries and insecurities as short people. Namely not fitting in.
Oh, I agree I was giving a personal opinion.
Right, you’re totally fine, I was just trying to explain why people might consider it a detriment, for anyone who was wondering.
Yeah, until you get upset and yell and end up traumatizing your SO.
Storytime?
It’s a bit of a long one. We have a bunch of cats, and one of them (my first pet as an adult) had to get a few teeth removed because the vet had missed that they were hurting her. After she came back from the vet, two of our cats started mercilessly tormenting her. She couldn’t even go to the litterbox without being attacked.
Also relevant, the day before we had moved our great dane’s twin bed from beside the couch into the middle of the room while we re-arranged.
Well, that morning I was on the couch, and I watched one of the cats get in position to attack the older cat, so I got ready to interfere quickly. The attack happens, I spring up, and the attacker runs under the bed. I grab the bed to lift it up to scold her, and I used the amount of force necessary to lift the bed from the short end. The problem was this time I was on the long end which required a whole lot less force to lift.
So, I lifted it up too hard and felt it leave my hand, at which point my wife walked through the door and the bed flipped over and landed on my wife’s dog. I immediately panic because I thought she might be hurt and pull the bed off, and of course my wife starts screaming at me things like, “What the fuck is wrong with you,” then storms off to take them outside.
So, I’m sitting there with adrenaline pumping through my body trying to calm down, and she comes back in and starts in on me. After a few minutes of me saying it was an accident and it wasn’t as violent and scary as it looked, she still wasn’t relenting, so I screamed, “Fucking stop. I know I made a mistake, I know she could have been hurt. Just stop pushing.”
So… yeah. Not my best moment, but I wasn’t considering that I’m intimidating just because of my height. And before anyone thinks I’m abusive, that’s like the second time I’ve yelled in the 7 years we’ve been together. I’m generally a super non-confrontational person.