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Profanity; Love it or Leave it? Day 14, 30 day writing challenge.

*Disclaimer:  Some Offensive (??) Language*

In a day and age where an F-bomb is common place, I have to ask, what do you think of swearing?  I think I might have an addiction.  I don't walk around talking like "a sailor", but I have my moments of being a complete potty mouth, which brings to mind that scene from 'A Christmas Story' when Ralphie gets his mouth washed out with soap and daydreams about going blind.  Yeah, I never swore as a kid, well not until High School, but even then it was a sporadic 'shit', or 'dammit'.  I was never one to drop an F-bomb. 

I can't swear in front of my dad (nor my mom, when she was alive), though the sporadic 'shit' might pop out.  My dad says, "whatever, you're an adult and I know you do it when I am not around."  My mama basically said the same thing, but told me, "you're a lady, you should watch how you talk."  I have been called, jokingly, Saltymarie, by a mentor of mine, nice word play, by the way.  I have read articles that say, 'women that drop f-bombs are smart', or well-rounded, or something like that. I am not sure how smart or well-rounded I am, but I do enjoy a good swear session.  It feels somewhat liberating. 

Yes, I hold my tongue around kids, family and new people I meet.  Duh!   In fact, I have found that my swearing has decreased significantly. I can guess it might have to do with the passing of my mama.  Her hair would probably curl for real, if she could hear me on the freeway going to work.  It's like the land of the idiots out there.  I digress, I have my moments as a silly driver, but not as much as I seem to encounter on a daily basis.  I have, however, found my patience, well for the most part.  I figure they will be who they will be.  What can you do?  I find solace in music, though a swear bomb does pop out from time to time.  In my defense, that is party because when people make me nervous on the road, the swear gates open. *Sheepish Grin*.

There are also the exercises to calm ones nerves.  People say count to ten when you need to calm down, but what's more fun, One to ten, or 10 Fucks?  I mean by the time you reach the tenth time, the word actually sounds kind of stupid and you giggle.  Or I do.  Is that wrong?  Should I be scolding myself instead?  What can I say? It just feels so good sometimes, like a verbal orgasm. Yes, I went there. Lol

I did some Googling on swear words and some of these lesser known ones came up, 'Christ on a cracker', 'Christ on a bike', 'Son of a motherless goat' (what!? bwahahahaha, I must retain that one)... 'Jiminy Crickets'.  I love what the Brits have done too, three of my favorites, 'Bollocks', 'Bloody hell' (a personal fave) and 'Arse'.  In my opinion, those three words should not be attempted without an English accent. It's a humble opinion, but I think some might agree.  Yes?

In my attempt to steer away from the profanity, I might try going with 'Son of a motherless goat'. As a person who loves to write stories though, profanity seems like a necessary tool.  Yes and No?  I mean come on, two people arguing, it comes to near blows, do they say "are you f'ing kidding me?"  As they share their complete disdain for a situation, or "Are you son of a motherless goating me?"  You go from angry, to comedy.  Well, I laughed anyway. HA!

I am sure some would disagree, but to each their own, right?  Swearing for me is a hit or a miss. I either do it, or I don't. I start then can't stop until my spiel, or passionate-for-a-cause rant is over.  Again, to each their own, but I think I am growing out of this phase of mine and yes, I am a little sad about it, but it happens and we move on.

Until tomorrow...

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