Living alone, I have no one holding me accountable to any one particular standard in word usage. I can say most anything in Gilly's presence as long as I have a smile on my face...
So when I trip on the vacuum cord or my computer and/or IPhone speaks in a language only understood by those 16 and under, I immediately take this as an opportunity to exercise my vocal cords with one-syllable terms not at all related to the situation but which bring great relief to my stress level.
My first memories of saying the inappropriate--according to my childless (though expert in all parenting) uncle--resulted in my mouth being washed out with soap. Sad to say, this punishment didn't have the intended effect. One individual in my adult life--who shall remain anonymous--attempted the use of shame after I said damn--that didn't work either. While recognizing and admitting to this long-held habit, I must include that a filter falls into place when I'm around children--well usu...ally. (Correspondence with my grandchildren might be necessary for complete accuracy on this point.)
I don't mean to offend--though I admit to feeling a funny bone tickle in the occasional irreverent. My use of the four-letter word is almost never at a person--well, not in their presence. So I'm not pledging to give up on these words/phrases...though I might consider the hand gestures that--only on rare occasions--go with them...
It took me about a second before I realized I'd done it again.
My mouth seriously needed a chaperone.
--- Elise Allen
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