… whatever you call it, it sure is fun.

anyone who has talked to me for 10 minutes outside of work probably knows that i tend to liberally pepper a conversation with a cavalcade of swear words. nothing really brings a conversation home like a good “fuck” or “shit” or “assmunch.” i was thinking back to when i first started to use swear words. i remember being on the bus in probably 4th or 5th grade, and my friend derek and i experimented with curse. at first i think we were way too heavy on it. like a tarantino film gone wrong…

“did you fucking see that goddamn fucking girl in motherfucking gym today!?”

“fuck yeah! that shit was fucking shitting bitching fucking shit fuck, ya know?”

as you get older you can really get the feel for swearing though. you really start to grow to love the words; the way they caress each other and mingle together with the regular words. it’s almost like they’re unwanted guests in your sentence party, but when they show up everybody loves em. “the hit of the sentence”, they say.

some people say that swearing makes you sound dumb. fuck that. swearing is best way to really convey something to someone. you say “LOOK OUT!” and people might look up. you say “LOOK THE FUCK OUT!” and people will move before they start looking around.

swearing is underrated and abused. i’ll be the fist to admit that they lose their power after awhile. they become used and beat up and boring. so you start to mix it up. you bust out a foreign swear word, you add some nifty izzle on there, but they still get old. you can’t keep up with em.

but yet, they keep coming back. they just slip in there. one day they’re at work too. curse words. evil, taunting, following words.

so what do you do when you find swear is destroying your life? where can you go?

nowhere.

after all, they’re just words, right?