There's something I haven't addressed much regarding my behavior during this process.
Swearing.
Recently, I was watching an episode of "Chopped," where a Christian chef told the judges he doesn't allow swearing in his kitchen because of morality.
Um, when the fuck did swearing infringe upon one's morality?
I just don't see how a word that isn't particularly derogatory towards anyone can be considered anti-nice?
The first time I swore, it felt liberating.
I was in sixth grade, and up until then, I was terrified of swearing, because I was convinced my mother had a bionic ear that could hear the 'f' word from anywhere in the world.
When my junior high friends found out about it, they cornered me in the lunchroom and forced me to say 'fuck.'
And it felt...great.
I'm sorry, but there is nothing so satisfying in the English language as shouting the word 'Fuck' at the top of your lungs.
It's like letting the Devil out.
So no, I have not given up swearing, and if you have a problem with that, I'll let my Friend tell you his philosophy on swearing:
FRIEND: Fuck off.
And bless your heart.
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