First cussing for me - still young elementary school age, at the movies, in front of God, my dad, and the entire audience. Scenario - movie was just over, lights had just brightened, and I spied a Cracker Jack prize - UNOPENED - on the floor. I reach down and snatch that thing up before my brother could get to it. Father barks out "don't pick shit up off the floor!"
Me, in return - "I'm NOT picking shit up!!", just as loudly. Audience cracked up. I lost my color, for I was absolutely positive I would feel the hard hand of Dad connect with my head... never happened. Took me years to understand why.
I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC
My mom swore........... but we knew if we did - we'd get our butt spanked! I cussed a little in junior high.......... I always felt stupid doing it! Poop or dang-it felt more comfortable coming out of my mouth - so that's what a stuck with it. These days --- shit is my go to cuss word! Especially if I hurt myself! Once in a blue moon if I've been drinking and get REALLY SUPER pissed off about something.......... I'll drop an F-bomb. I think I've said it maybe 10 times in my adult life. and afterwards I want to wash my own mouth out with soap!!! What can I say............... I'm a pansy.
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Goals: Healthy mind, healthy body, happy soul.
I swore watching Sesame Street when I was very little. I think I said "shit". I don't know where I heard it, but I remember watching Burt & Ernie, saying it randomly, and then getting dragged over to the kitchen to get soap or pepper put on my tongue. I cried, my mom felt awful and let me wash it out immediately.
Journal on depression/anxiety
Currently trying to figure out WTF to eat (for IBS-C).
I was a cop for 13 years. Grew up around cops, fire fighters, and commercial divers. So, yeah, I cuss like 10 motherfuckers. But to this day I have never(and not sure if I ever could) cussed in front of my mom.
My blog: My Primal Adventure
"I've come here to chew bubble gum and kick ass...and I'm all out of bubble gum."
My parents made it very clear: up until I completely moved out (into my own place, not a dorm), I was theirs. Until that point, I could not cuss in their presence on pain of death. I remember letting one slip once while I was in high school and the "EXCUSE ME?," followed by a quick revision.
Once I moved out, I was shocked at the quick transition to "we're all adults, use what works." I still get dirty looks from Mom if I let too many of them fall in too rapid of succession, but Dad keeps pace with me.
"No fate but what we make"- Sarah Connor, Terminator 2
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
My Primal Battle Tome
My parents are depressingly respectable. Combined I don't think I have heard them swear more than 5 times or so in my entire life. Truth-be-told I think I swore once perhaps twice before going to college. College+Army+dealing with morons...well, lets say I am making up for lost time.
somehow I manage to leave my intelligence and decorum at the door wherever I go. I doubt your journal will be an exception to that - not on the rug
What the F&#* is a decorum? - Mr. Anthony