Meet the Parents

Many years ago, when I still held a bright-eyed view of the world most days, I used to imagine a world where tiny people exist. I existed in that world as well, and because I am the way I am, I imagined meeting a little guy, dating him, and eventually bringing him home to meet my parents, or introducing him to my friends.

Because it went so swimmingly between the little guy and me, I imagined a great deal of opposition took place when other people of both sizes entered the picture. Parents ranted and raved, friends argued and expressed deep disapproval, and even strangers got involved long enough to tell me “our kinds should never mix”.

My friend Aborigen and I discussed this particular brand of sizey Romeo-and-Juliet trope a few years ago, and this is one of the results of that discussion:

“Listen To Me” by Aborigen

I know I’ve written quite a bit about it in the past, but those words are lost in time, or in apps I can’t open anymore, or in files stashed too deep in my external drive. I might dig something out from it one day, or maybe I should write something altogether new from the perspective of the gigantic woman I am inside. In the meantime, the +7.5K words in “Listen To Me” cover the notion rather aptly. Enjoy the read.