BEING INSECURE
I once dated this extremely short girl. I’m only about 5’8 or 5’9 myself so when I say short I really mean it. She wasn’t even 5 feet tall. She was really pretty though and could be funny, especially when she laughed at herself. When she drove, she literally sat up on a stack of phone books and a Goldcoast Chicago neighborhood guide. She used a cane to hit the gas and brake. All right, she didn’t do this all the time. She didn’t even do this when we went out drinking. I wouldn’t let her do that then. No, she just did it when she was feeling silly and there was no one driving on the street that she could potentially plow into. Eventually, I realized she laughed at herself so much to cover up the fact that she felt insecure. She always looked really young, which isn’t a bad thing in and of itself, but few people took her seriously. She always got carded at bars and a lot of people literally stopped her in the middle of the sidewalk to ask why she wasn’t at school. It was really her massive feelings of insecurity and her low self-esteem that made me break up with her. I realize that didn’t help her confidence level, but she was just too much for me to take anymore.