Madness Monday #2

The Netherlands is the tallest country in the world. Well, the people in the Netherlands are the tallest in the world. I mean, the Netherlands itself isn’t that tall. It’s kind of small actually. But, I’m rambling.

The people in the Netherlands are among the tallest in the world and I am one of those tall human beings. I’m 187 cm, that’s like 6’1 feet. Even though I live amongst the tallest people in the world my height is still above average, especially for a woman. And it’s not like I’m complaining. There are things that absolutely suck about being tall, but there are a lot of advantages as well. I do, however, want to complain about the people that are at least 20 cm smaller than me and for some reason still think they can walk faster. My legs are literally the same size as your entire body and still you think you can out-walk me? Sweetheart, it ain’t going to happen.

Okay, so this is what happens:
I walk from the train station to my university, which for me is about a 10 minute walk. I can either follow all the other students and walk in an ocean of people towards my university, or I can take this road that takes me a little longer, but at least there aren’t as many people. I usually take the road less travelled (I love that expression).

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Realistic re-enactment of me walking.

But no matter what way I go there is always someone trying to either keep up with me or trying to pass me.

If you’re 6-feet tall human? That’s fine.

If you’re out for a run? Also fine.

If you’re a tiny human that is half walking half running to keep up? Stop right there!

You will eventually pass me. You’ll be covered in sweat and out of breath, but you will succeed. And that’s when things get awkward. You’re exhausted and go back to your normal pace. Now, I have to make a decision. I can either keep walking in my same pace so I pass you. Or I can walk like a zombie. I usually go for the first option. And, honestly, I don’t know why but that’s when things apparently turn into some kind of competition. You try to pass me again and that’s when I’m stuck. We either end up walking besides one another which is weird, or you pass me and I’m forced to walk like a zombie again.

I don’t know why this is even a thing, but I’m telling you it happens a lot. If I’m walking in a busy street I know I have no other choice than to walk in the same pace as everyone else, when I’m with friends I try to adjust my pace as well, but when I’m walking by myself I don’t hold back, because it actually gets painful to walk  in a slower pace after a while. Is that somehow insensitive to people with shorter legs? I really don’t get it. Am I missing something here?

It’s all just madness.

Have a nice Monday.