This is something I came across online-
"Taking advantage of the intrinsic romance in cute things obviously depends upon recognizing which things are cute. The rule is simple. Small things are cute. If you see a food product in a grocery store that comes in a smaller package than usual, get it, because there's a very good chance it's cute. The same goes for travel size shampoo, toothpaste, and so on. Find a store that sells doll house stuff, and your supply of cute things can be limitless."
Now, I can TOTALLY vouch for the verity of this. I am 5 ft. tall. Maybe an inch shorter or taller, but 5's a nice rounded number. Whichever way, I am small. And I'm perfectly fine with it. However, everything has it's flipside. Because I am small, I am considered cute. Animated furry animal kind of cute. Pink ribbons and frilly skirts kind of cute. Have-fun-safely kind of cute.
These are the kind of things that make me suffer-
1) A conversation:
x- “I hate her, she’s so nyaka.”
Me- “Umm…yeah she is, but then she’s a good person.”
x- “YOU'RE too sweet, you love everyone, so shut up.”
Me- “I DON’T love everyone.”
x-“ Name one person you hate.”
Me- “I don’t believe in hate, that’s all.”
x- “HAHA. See?”
Me- "Oh wait, there's ____."
x- "Oh don't exert yourself, it's a good thing to be nice."
2) A compliment:
My friends call me photogenic. They say- “Anushka, you have no reason to hate the camera, you always look adorable in photos.” Occasionally, the statement DOES vary. ‘Adorable’ may be replaced by ‘cute’ or ‘sweet’; or if I’m lucky, it could be preceded by a ‘really’. And yeah, that’s about it.
So it’s not in my fates to by called pretty. But what about ‘intelligent’? There was this debate that I thought went off rather well for me. So somewhat smugly, I asked a friend how I did. He replied- "When a small, sweet girl goes up on stage and speaks well, people are always bowled over." I nearly strangled him. But then I realised he wasn't fully to blame. When I needed to adjust the mic height for a full minute, the auditorium postively BUZZED with unspoken 'awwww's. I suppose they got to him. 'Awwwww'ful, I know.
3) Event Beyond Nomenclature
But this reached the limits yesterday. When I went to bed, I suddenly discovered an ant on my arm. I brushed it off, but then I felt a weird tickling sensation all over me. And soon, it wasn’t as much tickling as viciously smarting. Yes! There were ants all over me. For NO reason. In case you’re wondering, I hadn’t dropped food on my clothes. The ants have discovered that I am sweet. And I am now in mortal danger. This is my second nasty experience with a primitive life-form within the past week. If I wasn’t so sweet, I’d have them all exterminated.