Shut the F#$k up!

Monday, April 08, 2013
I swear.  A lot.  And my favourite of late?  The f-bomb. I'm not sure how it all started but I find myself at the point where even I'm shocked sometimes at how often I swear.  My swear word repertoire is pretty well stocked although there are words that even I refuse to use (sounds like grunt).  I know a few words in French and German.  I knew even more in Italian, one phrase in particular even shocked a friend from Rome (and her husband's a cop).
 
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For years, I've proudly joked that I swear worse than a sailor.  And that was when I rarely used the f-word.  It was a rare occurrence for me to drop that shocker.  Now?  Find me an hour when I'm awake and I don't use it, and I'll give you a dollar.  At work today, I had a meeting with a co-worker.  In the course of an hour, I caught myself using (or about to use) the f-word at least 5 times.  That's once every 12 minutes.  Don't worry; it was a very casual meaning.  However, my overuse of profanity was shocking, even to my own ears.  She laughed it off but it was embarrassing and I was disappointed in myself, my language skills, and my ignorance.
 
I remember my father telling me as a teen that one of the most vulgar things in life for him was to hear a woman swear.  I was not a rebellious child; I always tried to do things that would make my Dad proud.  Maybe this is my belated teenage rebellion rearing its head?   Possibly but even that doesn't cover it.  I've taken to using swear words in place of using my big girl words much like I say OUCH whenever I bump into something, drop something, etc.  Or how Canadians always apologize, even when its not our fault. 
 
After my meeting, I promised myself that I would rein in my overuse of the f-word.  Especially at work.  That's not to say I'll never swear again.  Let's be serious.  There are plenty of situations where a well placed expletive would be ideal, even at the office.  However, I don't want to shock my family by saying please pass the f-ing gravy in front of the kids at our next holiday meal.  Or tell my boss that the report will be on his desk as soon as I hear back from the f-ing dumb asses in that corporation we deal with all the time.  No, that would not be well received.  Even if agreed with me.
 

1 comments:

Eugene Knapik said...

I think at one time I used to swear quite a bit. These days, not so much.

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