Not to mention the countless times when my parents have treated me like I don't know how to do the simplest things. Like I can't function. Like I don't know how to work a computer.
News flash, everyone! I'm not stupid. I'm not "derp." I don't like being called "derp."
I'm an intelligent, educated woman.
I know that whenever Kevin calls me "derp" he means it as "cute, silly, or clutzy", but it still doesn't make me feel any better about it. In some ways, I wonder if I've done my part in encouraging the perceived image of myself that way.
I'm not very coordinated, I know. I'm not graceful, and I'm not an athlete in any way. Sometimes my words don't come out right. Kevin seems to think it's endearing, but secretly I'm ashamed of it. I wish I wasn't this way. I wish I could, for once, be "suave and elegant" instead of "clutzy and cute." Nobody wants an ugly girl with too many opinions. So maybe... subconsciously... I've ended up emphasizing the qualities that I know Kevin finds endearing, as much as I hate them myself.
Why do I do these things?
Please stop acting like I'm stupid. I'm not... really. You just don't care to find out how smart I really am sometimes...