Legs by Steve Gergley
You deal with the hand you’re dealt in life, and you don’t complain. The shortness gene is a rough one to navigate properly. Some people, even those of average height, develop a fixation on height. It is everything. People filter romantic preferences according to height, and this results in the rest of the person being disregarded like cheap trash, not the nice expensive trash. Later in life, the shortness becomes a serious impediment to any given profession. To work with a short person, that’s a career enhancement. When you are taller than your coworkers, you are more likely to be promoted and considered to be more competent. The hilarity and caveman mindset of the thing is not lost on our supposed greater intellectual heft. Yet, even in Brave New World, a difference of an inch or two of height is enough to send someone down a rabbit hole. Look at Bernard Marx – did anybody want to be that guy, the short misfit?
This world we live in copies Brave New World without hope. Hope is for dystopias; we would really need to put in a lot of work to make the world as great as a dystopia. Short people understand this well, as they can see the Earth for what it is, as they are so short that they can see the ground a whole lot more easily due to proximity. Inside the mind, we torture ourselves with failings that nobody else can see. Others may not notice the shortness, the temper, the frustration, but we must live with ourselves, and that’s a big ask. Living alone is supposedly supposed to make this easier, but does it? Or does it merely serve as a distraction from inner failings, as they can be nearly impossible to process with endless distraction? We love distraction now, and seeing reality is one of the worst things you can do to yourself. Better to live in a world of your own creation, forsake the outside world.
When the outside world lives in our minds too long, we make rash decisions. All those things are suddenly needed. Medical procedures become products for marketability. Our bodies reveal our wealth, as evidenced by tattoos, piercings, longer legs, and more elegant facial features; we want them, desire them so badly. Around us, our friends become jealous, want better living through chemistry, to transform the body, and the mind will follow. Nobody, to date, has ever increased the size of their mind; it isn’t done because nobody ever pays attention to the mind besides us.
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