I was never, never a big curser. That is, before now.Infact, my Grandmother Margie used to always say the following:
"Trenny, a real lady never drinks too much, smokes, nor curses in public. If you want society to treat you with respect, you have to live like a lady."
***PS- Sorry Grandma Marge, your lessons might have been lost on me for awhile- a long while-there" lol
Well, recently, over the course of the past 6 months, my usage of words like 'motherfuck', 'fuck' and/or 'fucking', have become out of control. So much so, that my boss called me out on it the other day at work. I guess I had cursed numerous times one morning and a client overheard. That's not good people. There have also been a few public outings over the course of the past 3 months where it has been as issue. I have actually found it rather embarrassing to tell you the truth. Peppering your discussions and storytelling with curse words, is the quickest way, to me, to bring the validity and intelligence of what you are saying down to a pretty low level. I HATE when I am out and I can overhear someone talking and every other word is 'fucking'.
I knew it was bad when a good friend- who does his share of 'fuck this' and 'fuck that' -pointed it out to me last night. And, it was Saturday night, we were playing music and having a couple of cocktails.
That was it. If, in this scenario, it is being noted as bad, there is a major problem.
So, he said "Trenny, you need aversion therapy". He then proceeds to put a rubberband around my wrist (above) and tells me to snap it each time I curse. Trust me, if you snap hard enough, this hurts like hell. At first I thought it was silly. But, I've woken up with it still on my wrist and I've decided, "you know what? I'm gonna do it. I'll give it a week." SNAP! Every time I turn into a white trash, trucker. Ouch- I think I might be snapping a lot this week.
I will report back in a week to let you all know how it goes. Wish me luck!
