Recently the lovely man in my life, excitedly gave me a present, he likes to give me gifts and these show how well he knows me. What was it you ask? Sweary socks! Yes, literally socks with swear words on them.
Now those who know me know that I am a fan of the swear word, I just love the guttural sound of words like fuck, which is just as well as my dilapidated brain, likes to pop such words randomly into my sentences. I don’t know if this is a symptom of C.F.S or the Late Lymes, I believe myself to be victim of. Which ever, sudden bursts of swearing are now part of my life.
I have never feared swearing rather I believe it a useful part of our vocabulary and communication. Certain words hit the spot emotionally for us and I think this is important. let me be clear, I don’t go around swearing directly at people, words just slip out quietly within my sentences and I have no control. Maybe you too have this trait? It used to scare me, the lack of control, but now I embrace it, when within company I know will object or judge me, I simply apologise and explain, it’s part of my disorder.
Oh, the freedom of saying fuck aloud when you feel like, it’s very freeing, social convention is a construct Afterall.
Now back to my socks, what’s the point? One is printed with ‘off’ and the other ‘fuck’ and such like, the only problem is they are on the bottom of your feet, no one can see them. Maybe this was the point, but for me how very disappointing!
Well watch out Pilates class, I will be wearing my socks and pointing them in people’s directions as we lay down and await the start. wonder who will comment aloud or if they will just ignore. We shall soon see.
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