In retrospect, yes, this is,more than not,a true statement. However, in my world, words are a way for me to express myself. A way for me to unleash, unwind, throw arms to the air and go with it. Sometimes I have received a letter or a card with a gift and what touched me more was what was written inside the letter or card. Maybe I am just one of those sentimental saps.
My husband has often times scowered the internet looking for the poem or words that best represent what he wants to say to me or what he is trying to relay but doesn't quite have the words himself... And those were the cards that made me cry. Yes, they were not "his" by ownership but they were his by feeling. Those words described the way he felt but didn't know how to portray or say himself. I suppose writing is an action after all and words are often the loudest in my life.
I don't really swear. It honestly sounds dirty and very foreign coming out of my mouth. Don't get me wrong it comes out every so often but I ALWAYS feel so weird about it. When those words come out of my mouth it seems and feels so unnatural to me. I definitely have thoughts where those words would be fittingly suitable. I call these my "Ally Mcbeal" thoughts. They are so gloriously wonderful, sinful, and filled with dirty ranting! Maybe having kids rewired how I feel about speaking fowl language myself.
This brings me to another reason why I love words. I can write them and express myself yet somehow feel no awkwardness or shameful wrong doings!
So.........................…………………
Shit! Fuck! Damn! Ass! Bitch!
Yup! It feels glorious! Natural like wiping after urination. I think that speaks pretty loud..wouldn't you say?
And with that I bid you a good night!
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