Amusement From Above

Some of you that I started a 'new job' this week. Well, sort of new job. But there are new people. People who don't know me. I prepared myself for the usual tall questions and comments.

They certainly came on, in full force. It's just sweet to be referenced by someone holding their hand up above their head. Ok, I'm used to it, but really.

Countless times, this week, I've provided people with my height measurement (Can I ask you how much you weigh? I think it's fair since you want to know how tall I am).

It's interesting though, the people I have worked with for awhile now, see others asking me how tall I am, and now feel comfortable asking me too. Then asking other questions; you know the ones.

Did you play basketball/volleyball?
Is your Dad/Mom/Husband tall?
Do you have kids/are they tall?
Do you like it?
How do you ever find pants to wear?

I'll be honest; I've had a very frustrating week. New job. Stress. Parents visit cut short. Rentals. Things from the past popping up (this is the worst). Not feeling very comfortable with myself, physically. The braces and major break-out's are getting to me. Yeah, I joke about it a lot because overall, I don't deep down care, but enough it enough! I am NOT 16. Not sure why I insist on looking like it.

When you're tall, you don't want to add to it - by having other things to look at (see above).

That's enough honesty for now.