Giga High Inhib story/vent + small Heightpill aspect

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Some of my family came over to my house today to celebrate Christmas late (eat dinner and open presents). I was dreading coming downstairs and saying hi to everyone bc my cousin’s bf came and I can’t function around people I don’t know well. My mom yelled from the bottom of the stairs at me so I was forced to come down. When I walk into the kitchen the only seat open is at the kitchen table with my cousin, her bf, and my aunt. My sister and mom took up the 2 seats at the island. That was a terrible feeling because it confirmed my impending doom. Almost immediately after I sit down I become the center of attention. Aka my brain activates fight or flight but I am chained to the chair and forced to endure what’s coming. It started playing out just as I had imagined. My cousin immediately starts saying how I look “so tall” (I’m only 6’0). I fucking hate when this happens it always makes me the center of attention and leaves my subhuman brain with no fitting response. Every time I see her she brings ts up. Take a hint please I never fucking contribute to the conversation. Just ask me normal questions like what’d u get for Christmas. I can deal with bs like that. How are u supposed to respond to “You look taller than the last time I saw you”. All I can do is look down at my chicken parm akwardly. If you’re not high inhib u wouldn’t get how dreadful a situation like this feels in the moment. Next my mom and sister chime in saying “he looks 6’1” “yea I think he’s 6’1”. What are u fucking talking abt u can’t tell a one inch difference when you’re fucking 5’3. I hate that they just talk to talk. Words with no substance. Thoughts with no meaning. (Heightpill): This is all happening in a very short amount of time maybe 30 seconds to a minute but it feels like an eternity. My cousin says to me “I’m serious, once you’re in your late 20s or 30s there’s gonna be a lot of short guys who are angry”. Every woman thinks like this. U cannot find one who doesn’t. Ropeful for shortcels. After that I have to listen to more bs abt how I look the same height as this supposed 6’4 guy my cousin and her bf are friends with. I’ve been staring at the chicken parm for extremely long ago. Finally it ends. The topic gets changed. A slight weight is lifted off my chest, but how can I recover from that. I spend the whole rest of my meal looking down. Traumatized from the attention. Also in the back of my mind is the thought that I’m supposed to be lucky for being slightly above average height while being giga recessed. If you aren’t high inhib, consider yourself very lucky.

 

[DrunkenSailor]

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[Coping Truecel]

Some of my family came over to my house today to celebrate Christmas late (eat dinner and open presents). I was dreading coming downstairs and saying hi to everyone bc my cousin’s bf came and I can’t function around people I don’t know well. My mom yelled from the bottom of the stairs at me so I was forced to come down. When I walk into the kitchen the only seat open is at the kitchen table with my cousin, her bf, and my aunt. My sister and mom took up the 2 seats at the island. That was a terrible feeling because it confirmed my impending doom. Almost immediately after I sit down I become the center of attention. Aka my brain activates fight or flight but I am chained to the chair and forced to endure what’s coming. It started playing out just as I had imagined. My cousin immediately starts saying how I look “so tall” (I’m only 6’0). I fucking hate when this happens it always makes me the center of attention and leaves my subhuman brain with no fitting response. Every time I see her she brings ts up. Take a hint please I never fucking contribute to the conversation. Just ask me normal questions like what’d u get for Christmas. I can deal with bs like that. How are u supposed to respond to “You look taller than the last time I saw you”. All I can do is look down at my chicken parm akwardly. If you’re not high inhib u wouldn’t get how dreadful a situation like this feels in the moment. Next my mom and sister chime in saying “he looks 6’1” “yea I think he’s 6’1”. What are u fucking talking abt u can’t tell a one inch difference when you’re fucking 5’3. I hate that they just talk to talk. Words with no substance. Thoughts with no meaning. (Heightpill): This is all happening in a very short amount of time maybe 30 seconds to a minute but it feels like an eternity. My cousin says to me “I’m serious, once you’re in your late 20s or 30s there’s gonna be a lot of short guys who are angry”. Every woman thinks like this. U cannot find one who doesn’t. Ropeful for shortcels. After that I have to listen to more bs abt how I look the same height as this supposed 6’4 guy my cousin and her bf are friends with. I’ve been staring at the chicken parm for extremely long ago. Finally it ends. The topic gets changed. A slight weight is lifted off my chest, but how can I recover from that. I spend the whole rest of my meal looking down. Traumatized from the attention. Also in the back of my mind is the thought that I’m supposed to be lucky for being slightly above average height while being giga recessed. If you aren’t high inhib, consider yourself very lucky.

Tales bro tales

 

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