Thursday, July 12, 2007

Fook Fook Fook


So, I went climbing last weekend. Did a 5.10 crack that I have done many times and was never able to do, but did it this time. It was great. (Following, but still...). But it was really strenuous and I really wanted to make it so at the cruz I was grunting "Fook Fook Fook" and "Fook me" (too lazy to use asterisks and don't want an X rating on my blog). My swearing is coming back.

There was a time when I had the most horrendous potty mouth. When I first started climbing I would litter the air around me with swear words. Children would get an education their parents would not want them to have (though I did TRY and control myself if I knew there were children around.) I was an angry young woman, and the rock was my enemy - something to be conquered. I am not one to give up easily, so I would swear all the way up something difficult.

It wasn't just climbing either. I would do it anywhere. Sometimes in places where you really didn't want to be doing that or saying a particular phrase - my catchphrase was 'fook me'. I visited a friend in Rural, Nowhere and we went to a bar with pool tables and bikers and mullets and such. He and I played pool, and as I am also very competitive, if I did a bad shot, I would exclaim 'Fook me'. I think I said it twice and my friend wisely said, 'um, you might not want to say that here because someone might take it as an invitation or a command' - I looked around the bar and realized I did not want that so I switched to another swear word.

Over time I lost some of my anger and also realized I didn't want to have a potty mouth, so I switched to dagnabit and something else that I can't remember, and holy crap. In part it was because my husband never swore and so I wanted to be a good girl for him. So it worries me a little that the swearing is coming back. I'm sure there's some anger, and with respect to my husband's needs, I don't really give a shit. But I gotta stop it because I want to stop it, and I do... dammit. :-)

And, by the way, the rock is not my enemy. It is my friend and teacher. But more on that later.

For those who embrace their potty-mouth-ness.

6 comments:

Susan said...

I am a potty mouth. I can't keep it pg with bartending. It just doesn't happen. And "fook" is my favorite.

NoRegrets said...

There are certainly some places where it's not only appropriate, but mandatory!

Gyuss Baaltar said...

"I would do it anywhere" I bet you would

NoRegrets said...

Can you do it while free falling? Ouch, sudden image of chutes opening and ripping off essential body parts...

Gyuss Baaltar said...

All I'm saying is, been there, done that.

NoRegrets said...

So you've done it in the air. Have you done it with a bear? Have you done it at a fair? I'm sure you've done it in your lair. And done it in a chair. And with a pear. Have you done it with a mare? Have you done it on a dare?