Tiny, but Dangerous.

The homeless man that digs through the dumpster behind our apartment calls me "little one." The men that sit by Alterra in which I walk past to get by coffee call me "short stuff."
I get called "kiddo" on a regular basis. My friends have often referred to me as "tiny."
Ever since grade school, I was getting called names such as "shrimp" or "munchkin" due to my height and tiny stature. I was out at the bar with a friend and my dad and this woman bumped into my friend and turned to apologize and saw me and proceeded to make a "oh my she's so little" comment and even made hand gesture's while doing so.

Here's a warning...I would not get in my way. I'm not quite sure many people have actually seen me mad. I would probably say the only person that could honestly say they have seen me ACTUALLY mad is my ex boyfriend. And I bet he would agree with the subject line of this blog. I do not get mad easily but if you do something that pisses me off...watch out. It will not be worth it. I do not hold grudges and can handle most situations and even tend to let boundaries be pushed way further and longer than they should be...but when I get pissed boy do I get PISSED. And you will probably not want to get in my way after you see that I am pissed.

Also my voice does not match my body. I asked my boss to write my a recommendation for grad school yesterday...he rolled his eyes, then jokingly threw it in the garbage can, all while sort of agreeing to write it. I proceeded to tell him I'm sure he has plenty of positive things to say about me..but to please leave out the fact that I tend to be overly sarcastic. He then told me that I should not tell him to lie and also not to tell him what to do (mind you he is also overly sarcastic). Point of the story is...I originally started grad school last year for counseling so today I decided he seemed to be in a negative mood and I asked him if he wanted to talk about it...which turned into me loudly telling him to start thinking more positive. Thus him telling me it was a good thing I quit counseling because I would make a terrible therapist. I want my coworkers to remember the tiny...but dangerous part too sometimes. :) Although he's probably right on the whole making a terrible therapist front.

I have always said I need to marry someone who is over 6 feet tall so my kids have a chance to have some height on them. It probably will not happen though because I'm sure I'm destined to marry someone who is like 5'7" or something and besides...tall guys never like short girls forever. That's a fact. But a girl can dream..right?

Anyways point being....don't think that I'm easy to run over just because I'm short...I can be terrifying so remember that.