methargicism:

There’s this sense of reckless bravery that short people have and tall people lack.

Like, the second I climb a fucking counter to get to a cupboard? Suddenly, I’m kissing death cus I could fall and break my head.

This one time I jerry-rigged the house satellite. I had to climb to the roof using the backyard door because the ladder was stored two feet too high for me to reach.

At work? We have this freezer full of steel storage shelves. We put our most commonly used item on the very top of the fucking shelf. My 6’0 tall manager asked me to get a box of these items and I went to the freezer, climbed up the shelf, and started pulling on this thirty pound box. That was when he bursted into the freezer, tried to stop me, but it was too late. The box slid off the shelf and I smoothly caught it around my arms. And he just went “you could’ve killed yourself jesus christ…” and I looked at him dead in the eyes and said “I know, but you gave me a job to do”

TLDR: short people would literally risk their lives to prove to tall people that their height won’t stop them, and tall people just want short people to chill out and ask for help.