Inadequacy

Why is it that people make you feel small, especially when you are feeling particularly tall? In order to overcome this should i, expound upon the chemical composition of a rice krispie or 'compare thee to a summers day', in the vain hope that i should flourish like a 'calendula'. Or rather should i explore a vast array of "eclectic" unknown muscians or artists in order to create a patchwork blanket of conversation, to cover the threadbear soul underneath? Perhaps i should write with wit and avoid "generic" wording to catch the eyes of passer by's. Originality has been done before and so has irony.