Oh Swear Words

I’ve decided to start blogging from my phone, as the idea of sitting in front of a big blank screen is stopping me from writing anything. Apologies in advance for any mistakes or weird formatting!

I’m not a rebel. I like rules. Rules make me feel safe. They provide structure, security.  They’re like a hug, but with words and waggling fingers.

Alright, they aren’t like a hug. That’s a terrible comparison.

But I like rules so much that I didn’t swear until I was twenty-three. It was against the rules to swear, so I never did it. Swearing was bad, I didn’t want to be bad. Simple as that.

Ok, it isn’t as simple as that. You could say that my childhood and my semi-Quaker upbringing contributed to it as well, but I’m trying to keep this succinct!

But then, a few years back, I made a choice to change my life completely. I was in a new city, I was re-training to learn peruse a new career, I was lonely, I was constantly re-evaluating my every choice,  my bank account was in a scarily negative number and overall, life was pretty rubbish.

So one day, I started swearing. It took a bit of effort, but I managed to force the word out of my mouth and heard the sound bounce around the room.

Surprisingly, I didn’t feel like a bad person when I did it. It was freeing. It was empowering. The rules that had provided structure and safety earlier in my life suddenly felt like a barrier, restricting me, holding me back.

So I continued to swear. A lot. All the time. About everything.

Sweary Richard was a new, more confident Richard who could take being in a new city, and the pressures of dramatic change. Sweary Richard could come out on top. He wasn’t as shy as non-sweary Richard. Non-sweary Richard  was quite happen to let the tides of life wash over him until he was a damp miserable blob with seaweed in his hair, but Sweary Richard was a swimmer.

Now, I’m not advocating the use of swear words as a means of attack on an individual. That semi-Quaker upbringing has raised me to be a non-violent person, something I hope never changes.

But do I think people should be allowed to swear more in their day-to-day lives, just to make themselves feel better?

Hell yeah I do!

Sometimes, you’ve got to be a bit of a rebel.


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