I can sympathize with Gavin McMeeking. In his article "Being tall: A curse in life," he told us all of his many problems with being tall. I, in fact, have the opposite problem. I am far too short for this world.
At work I practically have to carry around a stepladder to reach everything that I need to. Stores hardly ever have short- or regular-length jeans. I end up having to cuff all of the bottoms of my pants. I've heard all the jokes, "So I walked into a bar today and Emily walked right under it." That one really gets a rise out of my friends.
The worst though, is when I go to theme parks and I get my head jostled around in between the shoulder bars. I'm not complaining about my shortness, because it is a part of me, just like my being left-handed, but that's an entirely different letter.