Sick and Tired

I am sick and tired of being made fun of!

When I was younger I was made fun of for having red hair and freckles, and for having a name like Kianne.

When I was in middle school for having an “accent” and for dressing weird. (I do have to say that if I saw someone wearing green and white striped short alls with a long-sleeved green tee shirt and lace-up work boots, I would make fun of them. Come to think of it, I am surprised my mom let me out the door dressed like that!)

When I was in high school I was teased for having big boobs.

Once I hit college and Gander Mountain, the teasing had pretty well stopped, but I had become mean myself. I was made fun of more in a joking between friends sort of way and less maliciously, (of course I was a size 7 with big boobs and long red hair underneath a cowboy hat, I was HOT!). But I had started to make fun of people constantly, which is something that I didn’t do a whole lot of before. I never did it to anyone’s face, I only say them out loud to my sister or April. I think that being made fun of for years is what turned me into being mean.

There were still plenty of times when the teasing about my body was malicious, let us not forget last summer’s escapade at the mobile home lot and the gun safe and pocket knife incident at Gander Mountain! Even though some of the comments bothered me, and most of the people making the comments REALLY bothered me, I dealt with it.

Even though I have been teased for the majority of my life, I have never been teased over my intelligence. Until now, anyway.

I can deal with comments about my looks, but the ones about my intellect are going to stop. Now.

This is really ridiculous! There is a person in my office that seems to think that I am “cultural midget” and “culturally challenged”. Here’s the real kicker: He thinks this because I have never seen “Monty Python and the Holy Grail” or “The History of the World”. I am not knocking these movies in anyway, I just think that you have to have a certain type of personality and sense of humor to find enjoyment in them. I don’t have that type or personality or sense of humor.

My point it this: DO NOT insult my intelligence, even in a joking manner! I have worked too hard at to accept this. Culturally challenged, my ASS!! How many countries have I been to? How many classical works of art have I studied? How many historical places worldwide have I visited and explored? Do you want to read the paper I wrote, and got an ‘A’ on, about the Italian Renaissance? How about the notebooks of notes and information I have gathered to write about the Tibetan culture and their religious beliefs? How about the pages of short stories and poems I have writes, some of them even published? Should I keep going…