expletives
Dottie accused me, playfully, this morning of being someone who can blog without using expletives. This after one of her great posts where she gets up on her soapbox and starts swinging. I love her soapbox posts! By the end of each of them I picture her slamming the soapbox itself down on the head of the already unconscious opponent and screaming, as the soapbox splinters into planks, "And what's more, fuck you." I want Dottie in my corner on every battle...forever. I should have taken her up on her offer to kick some contractor ass during my recent battles.
But she's right about me. Bob says the same thing. Somehow it feels so unnatural coming from me that I don't think anyone believes it, any more than they'd believe me if I tried to "bust a rhyme" or football commentary. I think being smaller than everyone else (girls and boys) in grade school, I learned to be more effective by thinking as logically as possible on the spot, stating the case clearly, and making all parties fess up to the truth of the situation, without wiggle room. And I am good at that. Bob likes that about me. He likes sending me into the fray where he knows he'd just be reduced to spitting and gurgling, "...a...oh...fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Then again, I like that he can back me up with that when I need it. And he's so big and scary looking doing it! (Even though I know he's actually a harmless teddy bear.)
See, the thing is, I'm impressed that Dottie can do both, and I wish sometimes I could be a little more forthright and ruthless when the situation called for it. Or, at the very least, to be able to use expletives in my own posts without pretending to quote someone else.
But she's right about me. Bob says the same thing. Somehow it feels so unnatural coming from me that I don't think anyone believes it, any more than they'd believe me if I tried to "bust a rhyme" or football commentary. I think being smaller than everyone else (girls and boys) in grade school, I learned to be more effective by thinking as logically as possible on the spot, stating the case clearly, and making all parties fess up to the truth of the situation, without wiggle room. And I am good at that. Bob likes that about me. He likes sending me into the fray where he knows he'd just be reduced to spitting and gurgling, "...a...oh...fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Then again, I like that he can back me up with that when I need it. And he's so big and scary looking doing it! (Even though I know he's actually a harmless teddy bear.)
See, the thing is, I'm impressed that Dottie can do both, and I wish sometimes I could be a little more forthright and ruthless when the situation called for it. Or, at the very least, to be able to use expletives in my own posts without pretending to quote someone else.
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See, I really wish I would not rely on it so much. It's funny, every time so far I've written something for my writing class and I've included a cruse word, people laugh. Every time. I think it's the third grader lurking in all of us that makes us twitter when someone uses one. I know it's what makes me keep saying them.
Sometimes there's no other word to use than "f..." It's just such a good word for some situations.
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