I was called nerd in the 3rd grade by two girls. It hurt my feelings.
After a year of saying “sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me” on the way home from school to myself – knowingly lying to myself [even then I knew it was bullshit] – it was enough.
By fourth grade, I embraced “being a nerd” in the eyes of some and have used it to my advantage through the decades since.
What does this have to do with the OP?
No idea. Carry on.
“Nerd” has been my gateway to understanding systemic oppression of minority populations throughout my life and how to overpower and overcome your enemies at their every attempt of an attack without resorting to sarcasm or anger. Works surprisingly well.
I yam what I yam and that’s all that I yam. Popeye was surprisingly inspirational as a kid.
I don’t tell ppl to fuck themselves though ’cause I have “you won’t emotionally manipulate me” as one of my rules.