Good resource tbh

i love his drake posts

Rarely, sometimes the answers are good.

The most interesting ones are the people who describe living in Venezuela

Quora is Full of Lolcows, Just found this dude the other day

quora.com/profile/Michael-Klump-2

quora.com/How-tall-are-you-how-tall-is-your-ideal-partner

quora.com/Would-Dutch-people-consider-a-511-180-cm-American-male-to-be-tall-considering-hes-American-or-short-because-hes-shorter-than-they-are

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This s*** had me straight

Nearly Every post on This man's account is gold

quora.com/profile/Michael-Klump-2/answers

I used to browse that site for laughs years ago

What tf were you searching in the first place

Answers.com😏

I hope yall take this upcoming quoratine seriously

Lmaooo fr indians are always here to guide you whether it’s a 5 paragraph essay on quora or a youtube tutorial on the most obscure s***

" I'm 180cm, or in US units, 5′11″. Technically, I'm 5′11.25″ waking up and 5′10.75″ at the end of the day. I absolutely f***ing loathe it. Both part of the Manlet Squad and the mediocre useless folk of society, aka the proudly “average.” I hate being seen as small and weak in the eyes of others, but it's nothing compared to being seen as insignificant/disposable/useless/worthless/average in any capacity. I dislike 100% of my physical appearance because I am never seen as attractive, tall, dominant, or manly in the eyes of others, especially women. It doesn't matter how I act. It took me over a decade, but I've mostly stopped caring what others think of me or how negatively they percieve me. Although I do instantly lose all respect for those who would still think of me as worthless/average. I know I'm not average. But it annoys me to work so hard in many things I do in life (I'd say 75–80% of the things I do in life) only to be dismissed as being lazy, worthless, or irrelevant because my height and looks doesn't match my efforts and pretty much everyone gives me the “I thought you'd be taller in person” line. How I hate it.

My true ideal partner was 191cm or 6′3.5″ and had the body of a Maternity Goddess. I do like tall women because at least one of us should have that power. The idea of being part of a “short couple” really turns me off. Makes me cringe even. Two ordinary non-existent people doing nothing to actually matter in the world, reproducing more meaningless humans to consume resources on an already crowded planet. No.

However, my realistic female equal would likely be someone just like me. Either 5′6″ and hating how “tall” and unfeminine she perceives herself to be, or moreso, 5′6″ and hating how short she is and how she'll never be as physically strong as even the weakest and most pathetic 5′7″ and 5′8″ men. The girl with a little bit of p**** envy, who idolizes Wonder Woman for being superstrong without losing her femininity or looking like those hideous female bodybuilders with the copper wiring for veins poking through their forearms. Like me, she probably works hard and is nearly an overachiever just to avoid her genetic fate of coming off “worthless” based on what her equally worthless, lazy, non-contributing peers think of her because she “looks just like them.”

So while my IDEAL partner is a 6′3.5″ tall voluptuous ginger goddess, my likely partner is just as mediocrely short and “unimpressive” looking as I am on the outside. Another “stealth bomber” like me. A super-spy in the literal sense. Extraordinary on the inside, average garbage on the outside, stuck in a crappy 5′6″ body like I'm stuck in my hyper-shitty 5′11″ body. We'd both look as s***tily average as possible. But both be mad scientists, despite not being to break inferior genetics at the gym.

Luckily, by age 32, I've mostly stopped caring. Or trying. Just because I've accepted I'll never have the body, or A body, I want or could ever like, doesn't mean there aren't other things in life worth working on. “Regina,” this female me in my head I just named, likely would do the same. She'd give up trying to look “sexy” or be an Instagram model and slowly accept her role as the disfigured mad scientist Nazi lady from the Wonder Woman movie, instead of being Diana Prince herself. Just as I am a Kevin Hart/Jack Black looking hybrid from the Jumanji sequel who'll never get to play as Dwayne Johnson.

So… Yeah. The TL:DR of this rant: I'm a pathetic 1.80 and 0.15 meters away from my ideal. My true ideal woman is 1.91, but my realistic partner is likely 1.67m, making us a short/average-height/shit-tier couple. Because why wouldn't a manlet end up with a womanlet? Tall women don't date manlets or mediocres "

Quora got ADVANCED losers :​

" By the time I was in high school, the 11th grade, I had been the same height for seven years in a row. Seven years! I started to lose my external credibility because I didn’t grow and go through puberty like everyone else did. Since my self-worth was directly tied to this, and I still wasn’t getting any love at home, I started to fall into a deep dark depression by age 17. I bought HGH off the internet after my ROTC class in school and remember distinctively as it being my last hope to finish growing and “catch up” to everyone else. I didn’t even go to a “tall” high school; I just knew there was something wrong with me. The Human Growth Hormone powder did not work, however.

Do you know the Seven Stages of Grief? Shock, Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Testing, Acceptance? Well that’s literally been my whole life since age 18. I’m 32 now. Depression was consistent throughout. Shock and Denial came when I was 18 and 19. A mix of Anger and Bargaining was all throughout my 20’s, up until about 2015, when I was 28. Only now am I in the Testing phase, which began around 2017, when I was 30 going on 31. Who knows if I’ll ever reach “Acceptance?”

(He made this chart)

So, do I hate myself? Not really. Only my entire physical appearance. I feel like there’s the “current me,” the “best me I can hope to achieve” in this limited body of mine, and the “real true” me. Yeah, I hate the way the “current me” looks; I despise that worthless motherfucker. And the “best achievable me” is only just a little above mediocrity, so I hold little worth to that 10-hours-a-week-in-the-gym version of me, as well. Only the “true me,” which is 6′5″, made of muscle, super-handsome, and essentially a race-swapped version of Dwayne Johnson, is the only me I’d ever like.

So, no. While I don’t hate all of me, my physical appearance and short s***ty height can go f*** itself. I am willing to acknowledge I am my own worst enemy in that regard, at least. "

The accuracy

I just click one of the posts they send to my email and scroll and without fail at least two of those pop up at some point

this ain't 2007 bro

Depends on the subject, the quality varies a lot