![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Et tous leurs trémolos
Jul. 22nd, 2010 07:48 pmI worked late last night, which meant I had trouble waking up this morning. Ciro helpfully played "Non, je ne regrette rien" because he is a funny guy. As a result, it has been stuck in my head all day.
Although I am slightly above average height for an American woman, I have spent most of my life around people who are taller than me. Through my childhood, I was usually the youngest person in my grade, with the attendant relative height efffects, and as an adult I have by coincidence found myself in friend groups dominated by six-foot-tall men. I don't think about it often, but I have naturally adapted through excellent posture, heels, strong eye contact, and a tendency to sit on desks and arms of chairs.
For the last several months, I've felt unsettled every time I pass someone in the hall at work, and I haven't known why. I figured out yesterday it's because they're all shorter than me. And when they say hey, I worry that I'm looming unless I can figure out a way to slouch or make myself nonthreatening. But I also don't want to seem like I'm cringing. I don't know whether there's an ettiquette.
I probably don't need to worry about this. I'm not bothered by my friends being taller than me. And hopefully now that I've figured it out I won't be uncomfortable around people who are shorter.
Meanwhile, Ciro has started working out with his brother, and yesterday he did not work all of the muscles in his arms evenly, so they tended to float up and forward if he wasn't paying attention.
Otherwise, not much but work. There was a computer crash, and repair of that computer crash. I ate cauliflower. The gas pump at the corner station is broken, so that it only dispenses two gallons per five minutes.
Although I am slightly above average height for an American woman, I have spent most of my life around people who are taller than me. Through my childhood, I was usually the youngest person in my grade, with the attendant relative height efffects, and as an adult I have by coincidence found myself in friend groups dominated by six-foot-tall men. I don't think about it often, but I have naturally adapted through excellent posture, heels, strong eye contact, and a tendency to sit on desks and arms of chairs.
For the last several months, I've felt unsettled every time I pass someone in the hall at work, and I haven't known why. I figured out yesterday it's because they're all shorter than me. And when they say hey, I worry that I'm looming unless I can figure out a way to slouch or make myself nonthreatening. But I also don't want to seem like I'm cringing. I don't know whether there's an ettiquette.
I probably don't need to worry about this. I'm not bothered by my friends being taller than me. And hopefully now that I've figured it out I won't be uncomfortable around people who are shorter.
Meanwhile, Ciro has started working out with his brother, and yesterday he did not work all of the muscles in his arms evenly, so they tended to float up and forward if he wasn't paying attention.
Otherwise, not much but work. There was a computer crash, and repair of that computer crash. I ate cauliflower. The gas pump at the corner station is broken, so that it only dispenses two gallons per five minutes.
