Sunday, June 30, 2013
Evolution Of A Curse Word
Sometimes my best thoughts happen when I'm doing mindless stuff.
Not saying I can't think thoughts in a normal way.
I just find anymore that I'm on a finger snapping, "I know this...", kind of time-delay with the menopausal brain fog that happens these days now.
You know CRS disease.
Anyway, last week I had my head in the refrigerator cleaning it out and I was trying to yank one of the shelves out when the glass separated from the frame.
"Shit!" I said to no one in particular.
"What?" I hear from the other room. Evidently SM was keeping a ear out for potential disasters.
"The glass just separated from the frame!" I said pulling my hands away as I heard SM walking towards me.
He peers in to evaluate the situation.
"It's supposed to do that, see?" He says lifting out the shelf. "That way you can clean out the stuff that's in between the glass and the frame."
Sure enough there was some liquid or goop that had dried in between the cracks.
"Thanks." I told him briefly as I took it over to the sink to give it a wash, thinking that it's always amazing the stuff I don't know.
So as I'm cleaning and sorting through all the jars and the food, I started thinking about how SM responded to my unthinking exclamation of surprise.
"Shit" can mean a lot of things. Some good, some bad.
Did the tone of my "Shit" tell SM anything? Was it a "Shit" of surprise? A "Shit" of pain? A "Shit" of discouragement?"
These are the questions in life that need answers!!!
Which then got me to thinking what if I said "Crap!" instead? Would that have implied something different?
Which then got me to thinking about curse words in general and how I use them. I don't think I'm a cussy person but I do think I cuss more than SM.
Or at least he tells me I do.
My kind of cussing is generally the "Shit! Crap! Damn! and Hell!" kind of cussing.
I save the really BAD WORDS for when I'm really in a snit.
And sometimes when I drop the F-Bomb SM really doesn't like it and calls me a "potty-mouth."
Potty-mouth? That's the best ya got?
I must admit that when he calls me a potty-mouth, I do feel about 12 years old and ashamed of myself.
Then I get over myself, shrug it off and go on about my day, waiting for the chance to curse again.
My favorite curse? Well,
I can blame Hugh Grant for that.
I really should learn to say "Buggar" though.....@;)