As I navigate life, I’ve grown increasingly comfortable with my quirks. I prefer my coffee lukewarm, and smoothies? Not my thing. Finding jeans that fit can be a major struggle, and turtlenecks? They make me look like I’ve got no neck at all. I’m impatient, a bit dramatic, and definitely edgy. But let’s not forget—I have a mouth that would make any tattooed biker blush with my choice of language.
In simple terms, I’m a fan of the f-word.
Some folks might label my language as vulgar, undignified, or simply unrefined. But honestly? I couldn’t care less. My concern for others’ opinions has run dry, while my creativity in expressing my feelings through swearing is overflowing. Telling me to tone it down would be akin to asking me to stop drinking my beloved coffee or to ditch my comfy leggings. Not gonna happen, folks.
I’m intelligent and kind, I have a sense of humor, and I’m forgiving. But yes, I swear like a sailor, and I refuse to apologize for it. Why should you care? If I’m not directing my curses at you, they aren’t harmful. Sometimes, when faced with a true disaster, a “gosh darn it” just doesn’t cut it. Trust me, in those moments, an expletive or two can be downright cathartic. Whether it’s a jerk in a flashy car cutting me off or an annoying comment from a stranger, letting loose with some creative swears feels fantastic.
Swearing is not only enjoyable but also a sign of intelligence, according to science. It takes skill to master multiple variations of the word “jerk” and use “swear” in every part of speech. Just like I love to say, “I absolutely love swearing, and it’s ridiculous to think I’m somehow wrong for it.”
And no, my kids aren’t being ruined by my language. They’re learning that there’s a time and place for everything, including swearing. I’m not cursing in their school or church.
People have preferences. If you don’t want to swear, that’s perfectly fine. Just like some people love jazz while others can’t stand it, we all have our tastes. Personally, I think jazz is overrated, and I’m a vegetarian. So, I skip the jazz and the meat without throwing a fit when others enjoy them.
Recently, a friend sent me a delightful mug that reads, “I don’t just spew profanities. I enunciate them like a lady.” It’s my new favorite. Ironically, I was in the midst of lecturing my son about reducing his own swearing at the time. But hey, that’s a story for another day.
Life is challenging enough without pretending to be someone I’m not. I’m a nearly 40-year-old woman who loves to say “crap,” “damn,” and yes, “fuck.” I’m not a bad person; I’m just open about who I am. Life is far too short, and swearing brings me joy.
In short, I’m a badass who fully embraces her colorful vocabulary. If you haven’t tried it, you might want to give it a go.
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Summary
Embracing my swearing as part of who I am has freed me from the burden of societal expectations. While some may view it as unrefined or distasteful, I see it as a form of self-expression that brings relief and joy. Life is too short to stifle one’s true self, so I choose to swear unapologetically.