I curse. I curse a lot. Fuck is my favorite word. I curse. I curse but, you know what? I also accept challenges, which is probably the source of 80% of the cursing, inner me is in a constant state of disbelief over what outer me is fucking up to now.
The other 20% is bravado, a sense that, if I just curse loud and long enough, the scary thing will think I’m meaner than I am and leave me alone before I break out quivering and reveal I’m actually a chicken shit!
So, yeah, I curse…but, I also commit to the thing I’m cursing over. As my favorite t-shirt says:
“I won’t give up, but I will curse!”
So, with all due respect, fuck you..I’m too busy challenging myself to become more than I am now, to worry about your sensibilities.