Maybe because my grandfather once told me that swearing tends to dumb people down. For some reason they cannot express what or why they are excited, angry, happy, sad....whatever.....so they swear.
I have no problem uttering "damn it" or "shit". Hell, I can even swear in several different languages.
But the F-Bomb....
One memory that stands out to me regarding the F-Bomb is the time my grandfather was having open heart surgery. He was rushed to a hospital about an hour away and I was living in the same town as my grandma so I had to drive her to the hospital. My mom met us there and we waited together. It was a long long wait. My grandma was so distraught. I was worried. I think my mom was too.
The surgery lasted for several hours and once he was out of surgery, it was late. My grandma, mom and I ended up getting a hotel room for the night.
Since the situation was stressful and our nerves were rattled we decided to drink several drinks. We proceeded to get drunk.
Mind you, three generations sitting in a hotel, tying one on was quite the site itself but when my mom dropped a F-Bomb, I was flabbergasted.
"Mom. you can't say that in front of your mom."
Then my grandma started in with this...
"Why can't she say fuck? Seriously, how can such a pleasurable thing be such an offensive word? I mean if you really want to swear, say "unfuck". Now there's a word."
I sat in stunned silence. Not only did my mother drop a F-Bomb in front of her mother, my grandmother was dropping F-Bombs all over the place and also stating that fucking was pleasurable.
Holy Crap!
I looked at my grandma and then my mother and then we busted out in laughter.
Even though I still can't bring myself to drop F-Bombs, it is one of the best memories.
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