C is for Cursing
Cursing, cussing, swearing. Whatever you may call it, I don’t do it, or rather I can’t do it.
I just can’t say it. Not when I’m around other people.
Interestingly though, I’m fine swearing when I’m alone. As a kid, I heard the phrase “You never learn to swear until you learn how to drive.” I always found that to be the funniest concept – and one that was not applicable to me. Sure other people get frustrated when they drive, but I had a cool head. It wasn’t going to happen to me.
Not the case. Since I started working and needing to drive every day, I don’t even bat an eye anymore when I swear out loud at other drivers or my own mistakes.
That’s when I’m by myself in the car. Bring one other person in, and I can’t. It just doesn’t come out, and if it does – which I can’t even remember the last time it’s happened – I feel the epitome of uncomfortable.
Once back in high school, I was picked to read a passage of a book out loud. The part I was supposed to read contained the “F” word (see, I can’t even type it because I know other people will be reading this and they’ll imagine me saying it and I can’t have that) Since it was part of the book, I had to say it, and I did. Then of course, for the entire rest of the day, all of my friends wouldn’t stop talking about it.
“Did you know she swore in class today?”
“No way, I can’t even imagine that.”
“WHAT! I missed it! Can you say it again for me?”
And not once did I repeat it. Because it just felt so uncomfortable. Those words were “bad” when I was little, and even now they still feel improper to say in public.
Now that I think about it, I have typed out curse words. However, I only do so in fictional writing. And I’m okay with that because it’s my characters saying those words. It’s still not me.
Is there anyone else in the world like this? Or am I the only one?