I Swear It's True
Today I'm going to talk about my swearing issue. I won't go so far to call it my swearing problem, because I actually feel at times that it's not a problem. This is not me trying to brag and show off like a 10 year old because I can swear. I just think that situations call for it in order for people to truly understand where I'm coming from.
For example:
Yesterday, I slammed my fingernail in the file cabinet. I honestly feel that if I yelled "Ouch, that hurt!" people wouldn't think it hurt as bad as it did unless I screamed out "Mother $#*@##, that hurt!". It hurt that bad. And I'm incredibly disappointed that I have nothing to show for the pain. My body doesn't bruise easily and it ticks me off. Why can't my body represent? Why didn't my finger fall off? That's what it felt like. That's a blog for another day though.
For Example:
Someone tells you that her "friend" did the deed with her boyfriend and kept it a secret. Honestly, what are you supposed to say? I know what you don't say. You don't say "Well that's not a very nice thing to do. What a bad friend. She's not a good girl". You know what you say? OK wait, you know what I say? "That dirty f%^&@# whore, what a skanky B#$%@!". That's what I say. Saying anything less wouldn't do the situation justice. And that's the nicest possible thing I can think of to say too.
For Example:
Every morning at the traffic circle. Nough said.
For Example:
The other morning I woke up and looked in the mirror to see my nose all bloody and sore. I must have yanked on my nose ring in my sleep. "Wow, what happened there?" or "What the @#$%?".
This is me. This is what I do. Of course, I don't talk like this all the time. But for some reason I feel like I can't on my blog and it's mine. Where I'm supposed to be me and not pretending to be something I'm not. Yes, it has slipped out in moments when it shouldn't. And I apologize for that. I know, there's a time and place. But today, I'm in a mood. And I feel the intense need to express myself.
Now, let's get to the point of my blog:
Today, I woke up and used a new conditioner sampler on my hair. I can't remember the brand at the moment. It talks about silk and moisture. Basically, my hair doesn't smell good, it smells fucking fantastic. Understand?
20 comments:
I definitely agree with your thinking here Ang.
there is definitely times to swear.
Injury... yes. stubbing your toe for example? need to swear.
Your boyfriend is screwing around with someone that claims to be your friend? oh my.. not only does that allow for swearing, that allows for some major retaliation. and really.. who is worse in that situation. The boyfriend? or the person claiming to be your friend? are they equally evil?
And what if they deny it when you know it to be true? Doesn't that just make them bigger scum? Or, as Julia Roberts says in My Best Friends Wedding... 'the pus on the fungus on the scum'.
I don't understand how people do that. And I know this situation ALL TOO WELL. I consider that the cruelest thing to do to someone and unforgivable.
major swearage necessary.
(and actually.. I'm not into retaliation. For I know that fate has a funny way of bringing all that back to a person. Let the universe take care of them. )
I'd also like to add that along with physical pain and emotional pain, times of great awe.. definitely time to swear.
...like your conditioner...
Although, if Jesus himself came down and stood before me, that would be a great 'awe' moment but I don't think it would be appropriate to swear.
If it was my dead grandmother, I'm sure she'd forgive me.
I am totally on your appropriate swearing train. The AST.
Unless of course we are talking about my children's swearing, in which case new rules apply.
I'm telling.
YOU SNITCH!
I won't tell.
I'll defend you.
You and I can take Becky.
and besides,
I have heard nasty things come out of Becky's mouth.
she isn't innocent.
Haha. Ahh, I understand what you mean now. :P I don't usually swear a lot, but when I get really mad or frustrated, I sure can. And then Kyle laughs at me because he thinks it sounds funny and strange when I swear. I swear at inanimate objects quite a bit. Then again, I talk to them a lot and call them bastards, so I suppose that only makes sense.
thanks Carrie.
When you mentioned inanimate objects I remembered that I swear at cats.
a LOT.
vile creatures.
Robyn swears a lot too. The worst I say is usually crap...a lot.
I haven't heard her say the f word in years so I am hoping that with the arrival of her little boy, all the rest of the swearing will also stop. Our whole family swears or says bad words mostly. I never really thought of crap as a swear word, maybe just a bad word but regardless, I don't think it will sound great coming out of a baby's mouth especially in church. But I agree, there are sometimes when there is no other way to express yourself.
I knew a guy that would swear at inanimate objects and then apologize to them. Then when you'd ask him why he apologized to his keyboard. He'd apologize to you. He was weird and I didn't like him.
Today, I discovered that Glen had removed the lightbulb from our storage room and I said, "Where's the frickin' lightbulb?"
Ben heard me, and now apparently thinks lightbulbs are called "frickin' lightbulbs", because when I put a new one in he said, "That's a frickin' lightbulb. You gotta new frickin' lightbulb. You're fixin the frickin' lightbulb."
Whoops.
Don't tell Glen.
LOL - Angie, the only thing funnier than your blog is my mom telling everyone that the worst she says is "crap".
LMAO.
i say it all... sometimes it's called for... i agree... i think i've used every imaginable strain of cursive language while driving down circle drive at 5:30. like you with your traffic circle issues... 'nuff said... i think there is a lot of other stuff people need to worry about before they ride our backs about swearing...
good for you ang... you kick ass
oh I am definitely a secret keeper, and only lie when its appropriate. There is a time and a place. White lies are usually pretty harmless. Its the big ones that matter. Like say someone asked you to marry them and you said 'yes' but you really meant 'no'. Like THAT would be a big bad lie. not that I would ever say yes when I meant no, because I wouldn't. Never would I do that. I said at the beginning that I'm not that kind of person. I would just do a small lie like maybe say to someone they could be my bridesmaid to make them happy but all along know damn well that I don't want them there. and then laugh when she cries about it later. yah that would be funny. and really a harmless white lie. yah. that's my thought.
dang my mouth feels minty fresh. now I will taint it with coffee.
be right back
now what the heck was I thinking? that comment was meant for becky's blog. sorry ang
My favorite near swear comes from my Mom. I like to use it alot on Circle Drive. It is...are you ready?... "Idiotic Nincomepoop" I find it very theraputic. You cannot say it without almost laughing thus causing a drop in blood pressure and an all round calming effect. If you see a lady driving down the street mouthing something that does not start with "F" (you can always tell you know) and she is not waving her index finger around (I gave that up because God says that is definatly not nice)and is laughing manically, that would probably be me.
Am I evil if I sometimes laugh at really bad language used by other people? Eg. Yesterday I was visited by a friend who got a new job at another work site. She used a bunch of choice words describing how she felt on her new job. It is very busy there and she said that she was getting cluster................
..............whoops!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LOL
I can' believe I wrote that. I am blushing red.
But I did laugh. It was so funny. maybe you would have to be there.
Oh my............................
There is definately a time an place for it. Normally I reserve it for when I stub my toe, or slice my finger....somehow it just is calming....then I regret saying it.
WHO KEEPS COMMENTING AS ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!! I think this calls for some swearing. Except silently... to myself.
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