The View from Six Foot Two

Life is unfair.

You’d better get used to that.

I didn’t ask to be born with the genetic potential to rocket past six feet in height; but I’m not complaining about it either.

Yes, its true. All those tall, dark and handsome cliches. Don’t take my word for it though, there are plenty of studies out there confirming the eminence bestowed on the vertically unchallenged.

Better pay

Faster promotion track

Most beautiful women

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

http://www.businessinsider.com/why-your-image-is-everything-12-2011#beautiful-people-make-5-more-than-their-homely-counterparts-8

The amazing thing about tall people though, is that despite all that “the bigger they are, the harder they fall” Jack and the Beanstalk stuff – most of them do not let their inborn gift go to their head.

Which is not to say that tall people don’t have a certain natural swagger or confidence – we certainly do.

But by and large (argh, horrible time for a pun), you will meet more “big pussycats” and “big teddybears” than you will “big rattlesnakes.”

I cannot say the same when it comes to small people. By small, I mean any man who does not break the five-foot-seven barrier.

Every miserable moment in my life has been at the hands of men whose head would make a suitable resting place for my hoer doerve plate.

I speak, of course, about the Napoleon effect.

Put a tall guy in a room and every short-statured fellow seems to swell in arrogance and defiance – as if, indeed, they have something they need to prove.

Without Goliath there would be no David.

In my experience all those cliches about men who get into brawls only to make up over a beer ten minutes later, only hold true when the men in question are of equal size.

Just as we don’t literally see eye to eye, we don’t figuratively either.

I’ve never plucked up the courage to ask if smaller guys have the same deep friendships we tall fellows do. I suspect that when the pressure to outperform is off, they lower their hackles and give each other space to breathe. Unless they feel like toys trapped in a big wide-world – I really don’t know.

What I am convinced of, and I believe history bears this out, is that big men consistently err in assuming those smaller than they operate by the sames rules of play as they do. We underestimate the forthright statements made by this folk as the ravings of helpless madmen. We pat them on the head, don a bemused smile at their silliness and don’t see the danger until it is far too late.

All that wonderful height advantage amounts to nothing. In the end it makes us more shortsighted about the intentions of our adversaries.

The Good Word for Today is (boy, this was a negative piece): You can’t judge another till you’ve walked a mile in his shoes

…..or several steps on your knees.

LJ

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