Swearing. Yet Again. *Sigh*

    c.130w profanity run amuckI use the “eff” word, the “ess” word, the “dee” word (with our without the “gee” word). I use the “a” word, the “bee” word, the “em-eff”word, and a slew of others. I use them all and I HATE IT!

    It bugs the bejeezus out of me. I’m a beepin’ wordsmith. I should be able to string together an effin’ sentence without relying on, contortionism, crudity, bodily functions, or bodily parts best examined by proctologists, gynecologists, or other ologists of the nether regions!

    One would think, with all the time and effort I’ve devoted to conquering this “irritant,” it would take more than one little trigger before vile profanity gushes forth from my mouth as I watch aghast. Alas, no.

    I don’t know why swearing bothers me. It just does. I wish I didn’t swear. But I do.

    Once upon a time I didn’t swear. My intro into language didn’t consist of “Ma” “Da” and the “eff” word. Yet somewhere along the line I picked up the habit and it stuck.

    Sadly, my technological forays into cyberspace haven’t helped.

    Can you honestly say (after exerting hours, days, weeks, or months to solve some technological issue), when the Promised Land is but a step away and you accidentally hit the delete button, forget to save, do (or don’t do) some other small thing, a simple “Oh oops,” “I erred,” “Silly me,” or even “Back to the drawing board” will do?

    Sometimes the swearing goes into remission. I begin hoping I’m cured. Inevitably I’m proven wrong. The pressure used to squash, subdue, or contain the profanity is released. A volcanic eruption of cuss words spews forth as a tsunami of profanity surges forward with a vengeance.

    So whether I’m a stuffy prude stuck with a sailor’s mouth run amuck, a control freak who’s irritated because she can’t control her tongue or something else, I know not.

    I realize this doesn’t warrant a 12-step program. However, if you’ve managed to tame the potty-mouth beast (sorry gang, that just doesn’t carry the “oomph” of the alphabet words), inquiring minds want to know your secret!

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    Dana B - July 24, 2013 - 9:51 am

    Hilarious, I am also a Potty mouth at times, seems like it is under serious duress only tho at least, and sorry have not a clue how to fins a cure. Maybe the Money in Jar and donate to a cause?

    Kitt Crescendo - July 24, 2013 - 11:04 am

    I have a tendency towards pottymouthdom….but usually only when playing games or at sporting events. I’ve learned that certain friends of mine will bring that sort of behavior to the forefront. When I’m in “professional” mode, though, profanity leaves me as if it were never a part of my make up. Strange? Maybe.

    Tana Bevan - July 24, 2013 - 12:27 pm

    Sadly, if the jar had been around this morning while I tried to calibrate a new monitor’s screen resolution, I’m not sure I would have made rent this month. *smiles*

    Appreciate the comment. Thanks for stopping by.

    Tana Bevan - July 24, 2013 - 12:32 pm

    Kitt–I admire your ability to KNOW when in “professional” mode, your pottymouth will turn itself off. (I remain hopeful while in “professional” mode, just not certain.)

    Be interesting to consider what it is about your friends who trigger the phenomenon. Could you be more ill at ease around them? Or the reverse, more at ease?

    Overall it sounds like you have a pretty good handle on the whole matter and to that I say KUDOS to you! Always good to hear from you. Thanks for checking in.

    Tammy - July 24, 2013 - 7:23 pm

    Tana, nicely said (giggling). Frankly, I embrace my foul language. It releases itself when I need it the most. Soothing a savage tempter, stubbed toe or lost keys. It is gift bestowed by unknown Gods and I am grateful for it. I never, ever release the vile tongue in me while I am presenting myself as a professional. But once I’m done with the gig, if you’ve annoyed me, you can be sure your ears will be burning on the way home. Make friends with your cussing abilities. I have a sneaky suspicion that the freedom liberates you from the hostilities that haunt the soul. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it!

    Tana Bevan - July 24, 2013 - 11:59 pm

    Definitely stick to your story because it is charming. Who’da’thunk the cursing tongue I’m always battling (and losing to) could actually have a positive attribute? That swearing affords a freedom liberating me from the hostilities that haunt my soul, is a delightful spin on a cursed (*hehe couldn’t resist*) habit. Thank you my friend for encouraging the encourager. Touche!

    Barb - July 29, 2013 - 6:59 pm

    I stopped swearing almost completely and I’m not sure how I did it. My swearing had its limits (hardly ever using the f-bomb). Although I’m glad I mostly eliminated swearing, I still have an embarrassing tic. When I drop something or bump into something and hurt myself I say “ding-dong” or “beep-beep.” I’m not sure it’s any better and I’m not happy with this tic. I sound like Doris Day on crack.

    Tana Bevan - July 30, 2013 - 9:43 am

    Oh Barb, thank you for starting my day off with a good belly laugh. Doris Day on crack going “ding-dong” and “beep-beep.” Too funny! What would Rock Hudson say? “Cheep-cheep?”

    Congrats on ceasing and desisting the swearing. I am impressed! Since my tongue is adamant about ignoring my stern reprimands, I’ve decided to take comfort in Tammy Bleck’s comment above (particularly the part about making friends with my cussing abilities as the freedom liberates me from “the hostilities that haunt the soul”).

    Thank you for stopping by, commenting and again, starting my day off with a belly laugh. Have a Wonderful!

    catherine gacad - July 31, 2013 - 7:27 pm

    i actually swear a lot, A LOT. i know it’s bad form, but it’s kinda just my way of talking. i think as long as you don’t use it professionally, it’s all good in the hood.

    Tana Bevan - July 31, 2013 - 7:47 pm

    I believe Winston Churchill was credited with saying “A gentleman never picks his nose in public.” No comment on nose picking per se, simply location. Similar here. My challenge w/the swearing is that when the circumstances are “just right” (as often happens when I am tinkering with technology) I lose control over swearing and it spews forth, regardless of whether I am alone or not. (As I said in the post, could be I am simply a control freak and this is something I can’t control.) On better days I keep it in check. On not-so-good days view the eruptions as a reminder of my humanness. (*sigh*)

    Thank you so much for stopping by and commenting, Catherine. I’m off to check out your latest post.

    Quirky Chrissy - August 2, 2013 - 5:42 pm

    I think that I’m funnier when I swear. Is that wrong?

    Tana Bevan - August 2, 2013 - 8:49 pm

    A friend of mine used to say, “There’s no right & wrong with feelings, they just are.” In answer to your question, if you swap out “think” for “feel” in your first sentence, then your feelings are what they are. You feel you’re funnier when you swear. How can a feeling be wrong? According to my friend, it simply is.

    One of the neat things about the blogosphere is when you put something out there, you collect a myriad of points of view from the commenters. I thank you for stopping by, commenting, and adding to the collection.

    Lady Jennie - August 5, 2013 - 11:53 am

    I stopped swearing when I became a Christian – the whole fresh water-salt water thing.

    Such a cute post! ;-)

    Tana Bevan - August 5, 2013 - 1:51 pm

    Thank you so much for stopping by, commenting, and adding your solution to the list. It was sweet of you to compliment the post. (Compliments always graciously accepted and appreciated! :-)) Have a wonderful day!