Sorry, if you read the title and have already assumed it's because I'm a Christian, it won't hurt if you left. Your summation is wrong.
Yes, I use profane language. I don't use it online because I like my swear words "to have an impact". Typing them lessens the blow. But yeah, I come from a long line of cussers. You know that actor that plays the Senator on The Wire & Fed Agent in She Hates Me. I think we might be kin because my family says the s-word just like that. My grandmother blamed cable tv on us kids swearing. That was until my brother, G (who has mental challenges) used a compound curse word that only she uses. She hasn't passed that blame ever since.
I used to have the vocabulary of a lady-like pool shark. In middle school aka I'm really "Black" time, I don't know if I used English in any social setting. And before you ask, yep I swore in church. Then I embraced being black my way so other words came back to my mouth. Then 7 years ago, I had the worse date I never had. And the result was me changing the way I talked, forever.
I am not a "Chirp-Chirp" or a "Honk-Honk girl. Never have been and never will be. Couldn't believe people felt they needed a book to tell learn that, in my opinion.
Speaking of Think Like a Man, remember the first date for Mya & Zeke. Remember Zeke headed for the driver's side and expected Mya to open the passenger-side door herself. She didn't and he drove off. Well in my case, he didn't come back. He called me 5 minutes later and asked "Are you going to open your own door". I hung up on him. The next evening he popped by. That's another "rule" I have, "You need to call before you come over". Had he called, he would've known we had just put my grandmother in the hospital a few hours earlier. I also had my nephew with my brother & me.
Well, I met him on the porch. We have a screen door so I could see inside. All he asked was, "Why didn't you just open your mother fucking door"?. According to my next-door neighbor and "younger than me" guys on the street, I told this man off using nothing but profanity for three minutes. I have no clue what I said. I do know my face was red with anger and I did the "angry black woman" clapping a lot. I also remember the guy standing there a little scared. He left after that.
After I calmed down, I didn't feel bad for telling him off. He didn't have to swear at me. He needed to know how I felt. I felt horrible for using nothing but profanity as my argument. I know I was smarter than that. I knew more words than that.
So a few days later, I decided to have a daily 5 Cuss Word limit. I do pretty well. I don't beat myself up if I go over it. I also don't celebrate it if I do keep to it. I just try to keep my language cleaner.
It's said that 7 is the year of completion. I don't think my 5 Cuss Word Limit is complete. I do think I have completed thinking about it as I do it. Not swearing so much has become pretty rote. My best friend, Grady becomes a tad shocked when I do it in his presence. We've known each other since high school. If his ears denote the change...
So, what's something you did too frequently and are working or want to work on slowing? Leave it in the "No Judgement Zone" aka the comment section.
As Always Talking to You in Adult Terms
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