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6/6/2017 Comments

Why people curse/cuss

 I don't like cuss words. I think they are unnecessary and dramatic. Cuss words offend my delicate sensibilities. That's just a joke, but seriously - more often than not, whenever I hear a cuss word in person, I flinch.  And my opinion of the utterer lessens. 
Basically, I didn't really understand why people cussed. Not until today. Until this very moment. 
In this very hour of my life, all I feel like doing is screaming a bunch of expletives into the air. That is how awful today has been. 
I am not a negative person. At least, I like to think I am not. And I don't like making a huge fuss about anything. My mantra in life is: let it go; it is not that serious. 
Well, a bucketful (Pidgin English speakers read: garawa-ful) of poop has been piled upon me today and to be honest, I feel like vomiting.
In this very minute of my life, I have about had it and I don't think I can take anymore. 
Yet, as physically satisfying as it would be to yell every single four letter word I know into the air as veins pop out of my neck, it would kill my spiritual self.
Not literally...I don't think. 
And, since I told Jesus I am His forever, I don't answer to just myself anymore. 
My body wants to scream in protest to the pain that it is feeling inside and my spirit wants to make sure that I don't offend any delicate sensibilities. (Another joke...hope you got it this time ;)).
In this very second of my life, all I can do, as I sit at my desk surrounded by people with delicate sensibilities (Okay, please tell me you got it this time.), is to silently chant  “It went through Jesus before it came to me." 
And I have a sneaky suspicion that how I feel now, no amount of cuss words in the world could ever bring me. 
​And that's cool with me. 
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