I will admit it, I LOVE swearing. It is more common for me to blend swear words into my vocabulary than not. It’s just who I am.
My father started “bleeping” me many moons ago, because it was just part of my dialect. Personally, words are only words until they are given power or intent. In my eyes, when someone swears about something, it usually has a very different acceptance than when someone swears at someone. Intent is everything.
I have the physical grace of a bull in a china shop. I have none. I end up with random bruises on my thighs from running into the corners of tables, cracked my funny bone on the door corner of my car too many times to share, bc it’s embarrassing that I continue to do this. I have burned my forehead so many times with a curling iron, I have small white scars along the top of my forehead. So net-net, I swear A LOT.
It’s just part of me. When I am in new social situations, I often wait to hear someone drop an F bomb, and recoil in embarrassment. These are my people. People who recognize that not everyone appreciates the release swearing can give, and are courteous to that. I always immediately jump in with a sigh of relief that we are gonna get along just fine.
I have actually surprised myself at how I have so easily spewed my feelings without swearing in my blog. I know that my mom is one of my two devout followers of my blog, so she will certainly be psyched! Let me tell you why.
Here comes good old EI. Emotional Intelligence.
Outside of my faith, EI has been the greatest gift to me with developing and maintaining sustainable relationships. It is the reason I have chosen not to swear in my blog. Although most of what I post is just small clips of my personal life, which coexists with my swears, some of the things I have and will continue to share, deserve the respect that they are not jokes or to be taken lightly. They are not topics that I will inject my verbal shenanigans into. They are serious issues and deserve both the promotional and receptive respect.
All of you that choose to read or follow these posts deserve the respect as well. Intention is everything. My intent is to share my truth, my intent is to be respectful of extremely controversial issues, my intent is always centered from a place of love.
You will catch me throwing down some “hum dingers” when I burn my forehead, AGAIN. You may catch me singing a little Ludacris when Stuck behind someone driving in the passing lane, but you will never see me slip up in this environment. Thank you Emotional Intelligence.
Much love and respect.
Xo -e
The Underground Momma 