There is a confusion there. And perhaps that is a good thing. Like a friend once told me As we were sitting cross legged During lunch break in school In the 6th grade Of a summer which you were glad to bear Math comes with practice. And that the many stupid things I did Could still be polished under the glow of my otherwise good grades I have always felt stupid. And more than awkward But I know I am not stupid. Even though I am awkward.