I recently received what I refer to as a back-handed compliment on my serious blog posts about addictions. Within that compliment, I was also complimented on my other posts however my “potty mouth detracts from the message.” Here’s your response sweetie…..can you visualize it? I can.
A little family history of the “F” word. We were forbidden to use it growing up, and I didn’t use it (not at home anyway). My Mother referred to it as the “scum of the earth word,” and she would’ve whacked us with her wooden spoon or worse. I did not use it while raising my children. I said a lot of other naughty words (don’t lie we all have our favorites like asshole), but never the “F” word. I endearingly referred to my three children as “the little bastards” when they hit late teens and then that morphed into the little “F’ers” when young adult shit was going down, and trust me it was warranted. I do not use it around all the babies and children in my life. In fact, I call people out, “Language!” We have an almost 4-year-old parrot with that elephant memory crap going on. Her parents are screwed.
However, time, circumstance, stupid and/or shitty people paved the way for me adopting a full-time potty mouth. If I had to pinpoint the start of potty mouth, I’d say it began around 2010 with the death of my boss. I had to deal with an unorthodox Finance Director, Dick clogs (definition: his name was Dick, was a Dick and wore clogs).
Next up was the narcissist, egotistical Interim Superintendent, the Vixen Bitch on Wheels. Added to that, we got a creepy-make-your-skin-crawl Interim HR Director who would’ve been a perfect candidate for a medication trial for sociopath behavior. Sprinkle that with some corruption and deceit saturating our Town, I’d seen, heard, experienced ENOUGH.
Then there are some of the real beauties in my department – a book in and of itself. Here’s 2 examples out of 2000 – You can say you can quit, pack up your shit, walk off the job, get paid personal time for 3 weeks, and return to work thanks to that sociopath HR Director. Then we have the bonus employees that never work a full week the entire year….Hit #1 for sick on the sick line. The testosterone/ego level working in a 43 man department save for a few good men is reason enough to shoot expletives out like a machine gun.
Cursing – I believe cursing verbally and written is a much more mature alternative in maintaining control than acting on it and smacking the shit out of Askholes, Fucktards, Shitoids, Fucknuts, and daily Dicktarts. I won’t even get into my personal life because this is a post, not encyclopedia volumes.
If Assholes were planes, this place would be an airport
What I enjoyed the most when called to the carpet on my potty mouth was this particular individual’s selective memory. I guess I must’ve had my head rocket launched up my ass during many a conversation and witness to many parent-child outbursts when the “F” word was used as a verb, adverb, adjective, command, interjection, and noun. Don’t you just love when selective history gets all revised in someone’s head and then they get all righteous? I think that’s called born again Christian. You had to be born again because you FAILED miserably the first time around.
What I like about being me is I am an adult or professional when warranted, and you will know where you stand. Sadly, for some recipients I’m not going to lie. In fact, if you’re an Askhole, Fucktard, POS enough times, you’ll get a brutally honest written lashing either meticulously professional or dripping with sarcasm because chances are I’m tired of your piss poor behavior. Just ask some of my relatives, friends, or co-workers.
A couple of days ago, I got the book slapped at me by my own personal friend/psychic medium with the words, “I saw this, didn’t even open the cover, knew it was for you.”
I consider myself an enhanced version of the same person of years gone by. I pride myself on doing at least one good deed every single day because that’s how I was wired by the Big Dog himself. Although I’m not a big church go’er, I enjoy attending any service other than Catholic, and chances are better than good I’m spending that time doing something more worthy or kind for someone in need. If you’re going to let anything concern you, you may want to pick a few from this summary:
If I wanna have a potty mouth, you’ll have to take the good with the bad otherwise I’ll catch y’all on the other side. I don’t need that kind of negativity in my life. Saying bad words is like doing an hour of yoga but much more gratifying. God bless you. After all, he blessed me with my potty mouth.
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