...can we talk about freakishly tall people?

so, i went to the annual st. patricks day in south boston this past sunday, and it was quite an experience. the parade was actually really awesome, men in kilts playing the drums, some guys dressed as the ghostbusters, and clydesdales (i love horses)!!

kilts, rawwrrrr.

who you gonna call? probably not this guy.

i love you, i love you, i love youuuu!

then, much to my horror, BEANSPROUTS: THE BOSTON TALL CLUB came stomping down the street. it was one of the scariest moments of my life. the fear that was struck in me was so great, i can only imagine it is what abby bock feels every time she sees a picture of a whale.

abby's worst nightmare.

don't get me wrong. tall people have many advantages in life. all of them are good at volleyball and basketball, they can reach things on the top shelf that the rest of us don't even know are up there, and they can pet giraffes on the head (probably).


but, truth time: freakishly tall people are scary.


luckily, i live in boston, where the irish blood in just about every male assures no one reaches over 5'5. but, every once in awhile, i am physically confronted with some tall freak, and i geek out. actually, yesterday when i was explaining to caroline holcomb (my biggest fan!!) how i am creeped out by tall people and was contemplating blogging about them, some 6 foot 10-ish giant came clumping around the corner and scared the crap out of me. hence, my fate of blogging about these monsters the walk among above us was sealed.

just for the record, i like tall people when they are on the basketball court (i love you, shaq!!), but not when they just putz around like nothing is amiss.

long story short, really tall people make me uncomfortable (in case you couldn't tell). i can't put my finger on what exactly it is about their height that i find so unsettling. is it that they can see the top of my head, when i can't readily see it? is it that they probably get hit by birds all the time because they are so tall, and i hate those disease-carrying flying rats? is it that they get pissed when i ask how the weather is up there, when i genuinely want to know?? whatever. i realize that they can't help their tall-ness, and to this i say in the wise words of ja'mie king: no offense, but it's true.

(disclaimer: tall people are fine. much like everything in an extreme, just the really, really tall ones are strange to see outside of parades and circuses)