As I was walking the streets of Evanston, Illinois on Friday night, a group of kids passed me by. As we were passing each other a voice shouted out, “God d–n you’re short!” Now, in the overall scheme of the universe, this inarticulate and really idiotic proclamation is less than a crumb in significance, but the fact is that people make these kinds of statements to other people all of the time. “Why are you so short?” “Why are you so tall?” “Why are you so fat?” “Why are you so darned thin?” All of these questions and mockeries revolve around our society’s obsession with numbers. There is a range of “normal” (although I’m not sure what that range is, per se) that you can fall into for height, weight, even body mass index. If your number is too big or too small, you will very likely encounter people who will point this out to you.
There’s no question, certainly, that things are moving fast these days. People want shortcuts for everything, including the analysis of other people. By looking at those numbers – height, weight, number of freckles, number of pimples – people can quickly sort you into interesting or … something else. The problem, of course, is that people are much more than just those numbers. I am more than a person who happens to be smaller than the average bear. You are more than whatever external characteristics you present in your everyday life. By judging people based on numbers, we miss a universe of interesting things about people.