Today’s word is curses. Not the kind you chant by the light of the full moon but the ones yelled out the window when another car cuts you off. I like to call these 'word bullets'.
I admire those of you that never curse but I also wish you could know the satisfaction of saying something truly foul, of using your mouth as a gun, pulling that hammer back slowly, and squeezing the trigger, letting that nasty little word bullet fly.
There are times when a single shot is sufficient, a sniper’s careful aim hitting a still target. Then others when the Uzi effect takes place and your mouth is fully automatic, sending a spray of curses randomly ricocheting throughout the room. Those times should be reserved for extreme moments of pain only.
The silencer is also a great tool for when your child or others are present. If your mother is like mine, that maternal look of disappointment is whole other kind of bullet, aimed straight at your heart. Growing up she taught me that even darn, shoot, and crap were not acceptable. These were deemed By-Words, as in just getting by without cursing. They were considered a sign of ignorance and less than average vocabulary skills. I teach my son the same thing, and hope he doesn’t overhear my lapses.
The answer is up to you. So keep your gun polished, take it out when the situation calls for it, and use it when you have too…but remember curses are bullets.
And that, my friends, is the Word.