My Foul Mouth

I curse. A lot. I know you're thinking what's the big deal? Everyone curses. But I never used to be this way. Actually, I was the total opposite when I was younger. I never cursed. It was untoward. It was vulgar. And I was definitely not those things. (Not sure about now though.) I didn't even say the s-word. Yes, I was a weirdo.

I remember back in college when my male friends cursed up a storm. I actually corrected them. I would say, "Instead of saying sh%t, say shoot" or "use the word fudge rather than the f-word." I can't believe they didn't dump me right then and there. They (God love them) were really patient with me and actually humored me some of the time. Those beautiful bastards. If I were them, I'd slap myself.

Then after college, I worked in a male-dominated field and was surrounded by men every day. That was when my innocent mind was corrupted. I tried not to succumb and didn't even start picking it up right away. It was after hearing "f&#k this" and "f$% that" for a year that I finally took on the habit.

Honestly, I'm really not that bad. But once in a while, cursing feels f%$king good. I got a lot of pent up anger in me, and I need to let it out. Or someone will get hurt. My foul mouth saves lives, people!