Mrs. van Daan and Dussel, my two chief accusers, are known to be totally unintelligent and, not to put too fine a point on it, just plain “stupid”!
Stupid people usually can't bear it when others do something better than they do;
the best examples of this are those two dummies, Mrs. van Daan and Dussel.
Mrs. van D. thinks I'm stupid because I don't suffer so much from this ailment as she does, she thinks I'm pushy because she's even pushier,
she thinks my dresses are too short because hers are even shorter, and she thinks I'm such a know-it-all
because she talks twice as much as I do about topics she knows nothing about. The same goes for Dussel.
But one of my favorite sayings is “Where there's smoke there's fire,” and I readily admit I'm a know-it-all.
What's so difficult about my personality is that I scold and curse myself much more than anyone else does;
if Mother adds her advice, the pile of sermons becomes so thick that I despair of ever getting through them.
Then I talk back and start contradicting everyone until the old familiar Anne refrain inevitably crops up again: “No one understands me!”
This phrase is part of me, and as unlikely as it may seem, there's a kernel of truth in it.
Sometimes I'm so deeply buried under self-reproaches that I long for a word of comfort to help me dig myself out again.
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