I admit it! I curse A LOT! I do not apologize for my foul language. It is always called for and generally limited to a low voice volume and a very small space. In fact as Ms. Martha Stewart, "Goddess of All She Surveys" might say, "It is a very good thing." Why?
1. Cursing has prevented me from smashing many, many items. Whenever I observe that $%^&*() message "Internet Explorer cannot display the webpage" I instantly go to my default setting of rage. Without the ability to curse I would, at the very least fire off some juicy, rude emails or letters to CEO's or destroy entire neighborhoods with my bare hands. Cursing allows me a safe way to vent.
2. Cursing is better than tears. I have mentioned here before that I am somewhat mobility impaired. Long tragic story, but the current gist is that I am in constant, chronic pain and I'm beginning to walk like a 21st century version of Quasimodo. Not a pretty picture. When I think of my level of daily agony and combine that with a giant dose of personal humiliation I am driven to either tears or profanity. Cursing feels much less like self pity. It also helps me move on to more pressing issues.
3. Cursing helps me refocus. I have also mentioned several heartbreaking family issues. Discussing them ad nausea has done no good and I have come to the conclusion that the safest thing is for me to protect myself and my children as best I can. (Oh! I can imagine the misinterpretation that sentence is going to cause! You know who you are!) But the fact of the matter is: It still hurts. I am learning to deal; but in the meantime cursing enables me to go yet another day without inflicting any kind of harm.
All that having been said: And I almost don't DARE to write this: things seem to be improving. if it continues i may be able to actually curse less. i might miss it. i might start a support group. foul mouth anonymous? any takers?
Until the day that all is well.... $^&*()!)*&^$%%#@! will continue to be a part of my verbal repartee.
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