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Ready and eager! Ain't no mountain high enough! Put me in coach, I'm ready to play! Hey, do yourself a favor. Take a deep breath. ...i n h a l e... Tastes good, huh? Yeah, it does. That ain't carbon monoxide that's ticklin' your happy nerve. That's life baby! Breathe in, breathe out! That's me...... or, what I used to be, before I met "my life." At the tender age of four years old, youthful naivety and unabashed optimism could no longer disguise the daily discrimination or the culturally constructed, socially imposed glass ceiling bearing down on me. The limitations fate had cruelly dealt me had become all too apparent. I never choose to be so horribly disfigured. I don't remember picking "inhumanly, grotesque stature" on my pre-birth placement exam. I didn't major in "horrifying my fellow species." Never the less, at age 17 I stood at a freakish 5'10". FUCKING 5'10''! But, you know what? I deal with it. I get up and piss every morning. I play with the hamsters. I put my pants on one leg at a time, just like you do. I've got no choice. But, you know what? Life goes on. So, next time you're bitching about "not having enough money feed your kids", or being "jailed indefinitely in Cuba without being charged with a crime or the benefit of legal representation", try expanding your world beyond your own enormous ego. We all have problems. At least you've got a choice.