The satisfaction of a well placed F-bomb (no.2)

Post #2

Good girls don’t swear.

Smart girls don’t swear.

A lady never curses.

Potty mouth. Truck driver. Swears like a sailor. Swearing is lazy way to communicate. Get more creative. Shows lack of intelligence.

10 years ago, I attended my first live Tony Robbins event. At that point I had been listening to him in audio form for about 15 years, so I was accustomed to hearing his voice. Tickets for three-day weekend started at $500, I had to wait in line for hours to get in. He’s like a rock star, they make it a big deal to see him live. And turned out that night, Oprah was in the audience. And within 10 minutes after he took stage, I wanted to leave.

The man drops more F bombs, than anyone I’ve ever heard speak. No joke, every 10 seconds comes another. Seems he can’t complete sentence without swearing.

My fragile ears couldn’t take it. He had invited middle schoolers to the event, young developing minds, I was supremely agitated. I was not going to give up seeing Tony. So I hung tight and after a while, I just got used to it. Some add “like”, she was like, he was like, we were all like, others add um, when they speak”, he adds f bombs.

I grew up believing good Mormon girls don’t swear. Not that I was ever a “good” Mormon girl. Seems like some aspects of the culture wore off on me.

 We have some delightful Mormon euphemisms.

Dangit. Oh heck. Gosh darn it.  Shoot.  Crap.  Crud.

Friggin. Flippin. Fudge. Fetch. Freakin. Fart.

Golly.  And my mama’s favorite, Oh my word.

I never swore. Once, maybe twice a year when I was really upset and typically caught off guard. And it was mostly to myself.  

I used the C word once (yeah, and it wasn’t crap). That word left my lips before I even had a mili second to think it up. I had never used that word before or after.

I was riddled with such shame, you know how you remember where you were when you heard about  9-11? 

Using that word is forever burnt in my brain.

I was so disappointed in myself, so utterly ashamed, I beat myself up for a very long time.

Over a word.

Granted not a nice word, or a kind word, but come on, it’s a woman’s vagina. Why do we give such power to a word? Most people like women’s vagina’s, babies come out of there. Why is it so utterly offensive?

Many years later, I found myself in treatment. And something unleased in me. The flood gates had been opened, I started swearing and didn’t really feel like stopping.

I found freedom. And I wasn’t holding back.

Now I often swear in my writing, when no other word will quite do. Sometimes I still do a double take.

Hmm, I think, “should I change it”?  Whom will I gonna offend?

Likely someone like my former self?  I give a lot of thought to how many people might I lose if I use this word.

I think about my favorite writers and most of them don’t swear.  

I recently learned that swearing actually can be good for you, swearing can reduce pain. It’s a freakin pain reliver, how cool is that?

Which make so much sense now of why I was using it in treatment.

It feels good to let one rip. It increases endorphins, circulation, serotonin levels rise and overall sense of calm. We become less stressed out and more calm.

I am curious to know if that is on the receiving end as well.

So there you go. Let’r rip. 

Shit. Piss. Fuck. Cunt. Cocksucker. Motherfucker. Tits. (thanks George)

Hells yeah, I do feel better already.