Oompa Loompa Doopity Doo

For as long as I can remember I have had a completely unfounded fear of midgets.  Er, uh, little people.  Sorry.  But you know what??? Now that I type that out, it kind of pisses me off that they claimed the term “little people” for their culture!  Just like the frigging gays, stealing rainbows as their “mascot.”  I LOOOOVE rainbow accents in clothing items etc.  I used to have rainbow shoelaces, rainbow this, rainbow that and then those pole smoking asshats went and claimed THE RAINBOW and my mother promptly put a stop to my wearing anything of the sort.  And now I’m an adult and I’d just look stupid dressing up in any rainbow stuff.  Fucking shit.  

Well ok, maybe not in this.  Chicka-bow-wow-wow-wow!

AAAAHHHHH I WANT ONE SO BAD!!!!

Can someone please explain to me what the FRIG this girl is supposed to be?! Is this one of those weird anime porn things???

For sure, what I would look like if I tried to pull off a rainbow themed look.

Anyway back to midgets, yeah, cause fuck it, the term little people is offending ME, mainly because part of my family has tiny short delicate people in it which we’ve always called “little” and screw those halfie bastards if they think they’re going to take it away from me.  Ok, for all intents and purposes I’m going to go with the term dwarf/dwarves for the rest of this. 

I’ve tried to get over my fear, and I’m actually much better than I used to be.  I’ve forced myself to watch various reality shows to make myself gain acceptance of how much harder it is for them in life.  I’ve also watched many documentaries showing just how badly they were exploited back in the days when circuses and stuff were big and my heart really breaks for those people who were condemned by society to earn a living by making a spectacle of themselves; suffering abuse from people who didn’t know them. 

And then of course there have been “forced acceptance incidents.”  Like when I had my one and only real wedding and guess what happened to be going on at the hotel we stayed at as well that weekend?  If you guessed THE LITTLE PEOPLE OF AMERICA CONVENTION, you’d be right.  And back then I wasn’t forcing myself to go through acceptance exercises to get over my phobia.  I just stood there in the expansive marble lobby, in my wedding dress with my Groom who was grinning in delight and muffling laughter at the look of shocked horror on my face.  They were EVERYWHERE – and that night was the night of their dance/ball event so they were all sparkly and dressed up too.  And then there was the time I was managing apartments and A DWARF RENTED THERE.  Which was fine because after signing the lease, I thought I wouldn’t have much contact with him but no, he proceeded to be a fixture in the office, asked to use my computer once *convulse* OHMYGODHESATINMYOFFICECHAIRANDUSEDMYKEYBOARD 

and came to many property events. 

But I think I’ve narrowed down my phobia and can now recognize that I’m fine with dwarves in everyday life, you know, normal people holding normal jobs and NOT dressing up as things that childrens' nightmares are made of.

HORRIFYING

For a kid's imagination to process this. .  . NOT a good outcome.

I really hope I don’t have night terrors tonight.