And here, children, are the mutants...

I've found that the first thing most people say when they meet me is: "You're tall." Well gee, thanks. I never knew that before - after all, I'm only 6ft tall. Another thing people often comment on is my weight, as I'm a stick. All this isn't a problem, because some people just aren't able to figure out a decent conversation starter, so they start on that. Slightly annoying, but not really something worth worrying about. However, it does bug me when people figure out that I'm smart and start looking at me funny. Or try to treat me like the dirt under their feet. What, I'm allowed to be a standout in either my body or my brains, but never both? It's not my fault I'm tall enough to be valuable on a basketball team, and have been taking (college-level) classes at my community college since I was 13. At which time I was a freshman in high school. Oh, I'm sorry, it is - I'm not staying up to who-knows-when, not sitting in front of my TV all day, and not killing my brain cells and my body by going on drugs or being some guy's free whore. Bad on me. Really, it's not even the people who look at me weird that get me - they're considerably less annoying than the creeps who try to pretend that they're better (cooler) than me because they have a "life". I have a few good friends whom I would do anything for, and who would do anything for me. What I don't have are 59 acquaintances who would drop me like a hot potato if I don't conform exactly to their rigid set of social standards. And that is obviously what I've always wanted and never ever been able to get because I'm just slow that way. On purpose.