Watch your Fucking language. Or not.

Throughout our lives, we’re raised to be mindful of profanities. Don’t cuss in public. No swearing in front of grandma. “Yes Bobby Joe, I know our last name is Sailor-Mouth, but you can not swear like a sailor!” Yeah, those people. Fuck’em.

I can promise you, I was not raised in a barn. I have manners. I know what is appropriate to say and when. I can also promise you, that the words fuck, shit, bitch, and cunt frequent my vocabulary. I wasn’t always like this though.

When I was younger, I absolutely despised when my mom would swear. I never swore. Never. Fucking. Once. I was young, and dumb, and I wanted nothing to do with the grown-up world. I miss those days of naivety. Pure fucking blissful ignorance.

Back then, I remember sneaking around corners with my friends and giggling. Someone had something to say and it was oh so dirty! We all looked around. Made sure no teacher could possibly hear us. We leaned closer to each other and someone whispered “Bitch.” Short, quick, to the point.

And we all lost our fucking minds. Uncontrollable giggles turning into hiccups, panic issues, and throwing up. We said a grown up word. We didn’t know what it meant, but grown ups used it and we weren't allowed to. So it had to be important.

Seriously. It had to be. And it was.

These beautiful concoctions of pure and raw emotion became a part of me. I used them to help me classify, identify, and testify. Let me clarify.

Those who know me, and those who love me are two completely different things. Those who know me, know more of me than know who I am. Those who love me, accept me and know that 99% of what comes out of my mouth is going to be probably severe sarcasm and a shit ton of swearing.

I used to try to hide it. I used to apologize every single time. Now I just stroll past it unless I feel like I accidentally insulted you. I don’t mean to hurt. I just mean to express. There’s not always a word that can capture so deeply and aggressively my feelings in a situation.

There have been so many people in our lives that have told us not to swear. Watch your tongue. Today's day is different. As an adult, I’m being told more and more that it’s okay to swear to express yourself. That it’s a form of higher intelligence and emotional resilience. That it makes you honest or means that you have a high pain tolerance.

No bitch, it’s not just that. Yeah, personally, I’ve seen my fair share of a fucked up life. Regardless, swearing in any situation is something that you have to feel in your soul. If you can’t understand the power behind those words, they can not be used properly. You’ll stumble trying to find the right word. Then you just look and feel fucking ridiculous.

This isn’t “just a phase.” There are so many feelings and so many emotions, how do you really expect someone to just contain them all in the miniscule lexicon of current humanity? Swearing doesn’t make you dumb. It doesn’t make you damaged, or violent, or angry. It just means that there isn’t yet a word that can describe how the fuck you feel.

Swear to your heart's content, darlings. Be respectful and mindful with it though. Sometimes it’s okay to let a little fuck-up occur. Sometimes, you’re Jay and Silent Bob. Other fucking times you are so god-damned stressed and under fucking appreciated and god knows what the fuck else. And that’s o-fucking-kay.