… 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?

i’ve never really been what is known in the biz as “a ladies man.” i tend to get nervous and insecure when i get to a situation with a girl that i like or find attractive.

take, for example, last night. i go out with my roommate, his gf, and some of their friends to one of our local watering holes. it turned out this particular event was a live journal group meet up. i’m not a member of live journal, but the people were cool so it was all good.

well, in walks these two amazing girls, and to my surprise they sat down at the other end of our table. we are introduced and then they start talking to the people they know. well, being the total asshat that i am, i never really make any attempt to talk to them b/c they are at the other end of the table.

for me the real problem comes from trying to discern those situations where it is ok to walk up to the girl and those where it is not. i always assume it’s not ok, b/c they are either there with someone, not (what i would consider) interested in me, or whatever. basically what i’m getting at here is that i have no balls.

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i just recently read two of the best books i think i’ve ever read in my entire life. one being blink by malcom gladwell and the other being freakonomics by steven levitt and stephen dubner. both of them are very interesting; blink is about your unconscience ability to “thin slice” or in other words in a very short amount of time reduce any stimuli to only that which matters in a particular situation.

freakonomics is just about the different incentives we all have in life, and how two seemingly disperate things (like, say, public school teachers in chicgo and sumo wrestlers in japan) can actually be very closely related in a lot of ways.

i would recommend either of these books to anyone that is interested in sociology or psychology or just someone who would like to find out some very interesting things about themselves and the world around them.