About My Last Post...

Okay, I just needed to get that out of my system. Here's the deal, I really like profanity. When I became a Christian, I stopped smoking and drinking and having premarital sex [of course you can't really have premarital sex after you're married] way before I stopped cussing.

And after I stopped using profanity, I used substitute profanity. Crap replaced shit. Dang replaced damn [and dangit replaced dammit; I never could get behind darn or darnit, too bland.] Hacked off replaced pissed off, although pee and poop replaced piss and shit to describe bodily functions. Rip replaced bitch [as in, "She's a real rip."] Griping replaced bitching. And of course freaking, crap, screw, and various invented words replaced the f-bomb [which had been my favorite.]

There are other 'substitutes,' but those are the ones I used the most.

But then I got to thinking [which probably isn't a good idea, because I seem to be at odds with the status quo when I do] why the heck [oh crap, I forgot that heck replaced hell!] am I doing
this?

The intent is the same regardless of the words I speak. Since God sees the heart, and therefore my intent or motives, He knew that when I said 'crap,' what I really wanted to say was 'shit,' and sometimes 'dammit.' So who was I kidding?

The Bible talks about cursing in James 3, but I'm thinking it's talking more about what you say [good things [as in ideas, thoughts, concepts] vs. bad things, whether you're talking about people, or things, or God]

I could be wrong, [it's happened a time or two] but I think cursing had more to do with saying to some one, "May your eyes burn up and fall out of your head and a cow step on your foot for what you have done," than, "Ah shit, I stubbed my damned toe!" [Incidentally, should it be 'damn toe,' or 'damned toe,' I've seen it both ways in the past couple of days and I'm curious.]

And so, I began to look at words as a matter of preference. I still don't cuss in church, or around certain people because it's offensive to them, but at home and around close friends [and on this blog], I say whatever comes to mind.

That's just how I am. I stifled it for a long time, but I'm tired of pretending to be something I'm not. I hate dishonesty more than anything else, so I'm not going to be dishonest anymore. And that may mean I offend the hell out of people sometimes. It's not my motive to be difficult, but it's probably inevitable.

Maybe profanity is the 'lowest common denominator' in language, but I'm not a scholar. I'm just a person with a high school education who loves hyperbole, and colorful turns of phrases, and yes, profanity.

And now I'm freaking [can't quite drop the f-bomb anymore, but I'm okay with that] tired [as usual] and I'm going to bed!