my son bought me a cameo necklace at a
garge garage sale three years ago. the chain broke. last year i bought a cool beaded necklace that i adored. the pendant broke. this morning i glued the cameo on to my cool beaded necklace. now, i have the best of both worlds. close to my heart.
i’ve been thinking about my colorful language lately. i’ve also been observing people since…well… almost forever. i am fully convinced that it was destined for me to see things from a completely different perspective — my blessing and no pun intended, my curse. on the subject of cussing, people who pat themselves on the back because they use substitutes like dang and crap, but continue to beat people down verbally with criticism and snide remarks are pretty much full of shit. spare me your clean version of shit, especially when it’s obvious that your heart is filled with venom toward any person who may intimidate you… for whatever reason. it doesn’t bother me if my son says damn or hell, but it would bother me if he actually sent a curse to someone. and my definitions of cursing are as followed: being negative toward someones enthusiasm, tearing another person down to make himself feel “on top”, spreading gossip, drawing conclusions based on a tidbit of info thus destroying another person’s character. stirring up unnecessary shit because you have nothing else better to do. these things are not ok. this is real cursing. this is hateful talk. this is the dangerous stuff. it peeves me that so-called dignified types curse people up and down leaving bloody marks with their mouths, yet turn around and pat themselves on the back because they don’t “cuss”. my response other than this here blog entry is: dang. that sure is crappy, you big meanie heads!
meanie heads = shit heads = dip shidiots.