An Explanation For the Required Chinese Post, Followed by an Ironic Shout-Out

I don't actually hate tall people. And there are some tall people at Startalk. The funny thing about learning a different language is realizing how bland your lexicon is. With a vocabulary of under 1000 words, max, it is quite hard to play the language to finer times of meaning.

No, I don't hate tall people. In fact, I try not to hate people at all. It's stupid to becoming oblivious to reality by binding yourself to a certain way of thinking. But I do heartily dislike what they stand for: looking down on others. Pride. Generally unwarranted pride. I have come to notice something of those who have ample pride: by filling themselves with their own admiration, they seldom leave room for that of others.

Rather, I am a fan of meekness. Much like pride is belligerent stupidity, meekness is quiet strength. The meek are an incredibly rare group, but some of my favorite people live there. Meekness is a virtue that I have found myself hardly able to obtain. As much as I say I dislike pride, I'm a performer at heart. I try to do good work, and I don't usually actively brag, but I do enjoy applause and attention. Being good at something is hard, being both good and not talking about it: that is an art.

Ladies and gentlemen, let's give a hand to the meek.