Musing and Misfortunates of having a Large Stature

I am a rather large, tall man.  I stand at 204 centimeters in height and weigh 102 kilo. For those ignorant of the metric system, that's a bit short of 6'7 and about 225 pounds. Not only am I tall, but I am proportioned in such a way that finding a pair of jeans, shirt, or, let's be honest any piece of clothing that I'd like to fit me is nigh-impossible. On the other hand, for some reasons girls ... really like tall guys, and thank the Gods that I am also well-proportioned for my height, to put it modestly. 

Once I grew into my current height, I found the world to be quite a challenge. Let's use the example of living in San Francisco, near Chinatown for instance. Every single entranceway, awning, and often large stretches of ceilings, stairways and often sidewalks require a constant, neck straining ducking posture.

   I've lived elsewhere in the city proper and it's just bad. The city was largely rebuilt after the 1906 earthquake, and I can tell you that people just were not that tall back then. Having to slouch constantly is a total pain in the ass when all you're trying to do is cook some eggs, or take out the trash, smoke a fag and chat up the lady across the alley way. Without hitting your head, of course. I assume that the reason why San Francisco is so bad is the combination of people being on average shorter when the city built, and most of those people being Chinamen.

  Taking a shower is another thing that seems to give me problems. The average showerhead, in America at least, seems to be just above nipple height. Although this sounds useful if you have long hair and just got a perm, something like that I guess.. but it isn't useful for a man who keeps his hair short and likes to have the water flowing down over the whole body.

People stare in awe when you take off your gigantic shoes and stare in awe, but then when they're where they are supposed to be, thye bitch and complain. (after they've tripped over them of course)