Thanks for writing this Sherry. It reminded me that when my sister was dying of cancer more than 20 years ago, there was a moment when her best friend arrived and wanted to say a prayer. She held my sister’s hand and bowed her head. From her unconscious mind, my sister uttered s**t, f**k. We all laughed through our tears and said, “I guess that’s as good a prayer as any.” It was.
Sherry, I married a professor/sailor, who busts the norm, he doesn’t cuss, but 41 years in, I have generously made up for both of us! Great post. You get an F…ing A.
My brother was about 4 years old when he learned and then used his first cuss word. My parents, brother, and I were at the dinner table when my brother looked at our dad and said, “pass the salt you bast😵💫😲d.” Discussion ensued.
Love this! Last few months it’s been a pattern at our house. Checking in on the news at the end of the day, I say to my husband, “tell me, what the f*ck happened today?” Now I know it’s emotional release up front, because the answer will be worse than I had imagined.
I grew up in a non-cussin' family, spent my career among non-cussin' colleagues, and have lived my entire life among non-cussin' neighbors. So, I have a hard time hearing the way my grandson and his friends talk. On the other hand, maybe I'd be more healthy emotionally if I allowed my reptilian brain to express itself.
You’re the best.
Cuss words are the throw pillows of my vocabulary. And punctuation for my thoughts.
I wasn't aware of the word until I was in my early 20's. And now it’s hard to show my enthusiasm without it.
Thanks for writing this Sherry. It reminded me that when my sister was dying of cancer more than 20 years ago, there was a moment when her best friend arrived and wanted to say a prayer. She held my sister’s hand and bowed her head. From her unconscious mind, my sister uttered s**t, f**k. We all laughed through our tears and said, “I guess that’s as good a prayer as any.” It was.
Sherry, I married a professor/sailor, who busts the norm, he doesn’t cuss, but 41 years in, I have generously made up for both of us! Great post. You get an F…ing A.
My brother was about 4 years old when he learned and then used his first cuss word. My parents, brother, and I were at the dinner table when my brother looked at our dad and said, “pass the salt you bast😵💫😲d.” Discussion ensued.
Love this! Last few months it’s been a pattern at our house. Checking in on the news at the end of the day, I say to my husband, “tell me, what the f*ck happened today?” Now I know it’s emotional release up front, because the answer will be worse than I had imagined.
Some days there is nothing that expresses my feelings quite like the “F word.” In the current political climate, that day is everyday 🤯
Damn funny
I grew up in a non-cussin' family, spent my career among non-cussin' colleagues, and have lived my entire life among non-cussin' neighbors. So, I have a hard time hearing the way my grandson and his friends talk. On the other hand, maybe I'd be more healthy emotionally if I allowed my reptilian brain to express itself.