I’ve been sick since before New Year’s, hence the lack of posts. But then I started reading Calvin & Hobbes again. This strip just warms my heart every time.
Admit it: you laughed. :) I laughed till I coughed and laughed again. :)
And this also reminded me of that man who calls to hear the melodious sound of my voice. Teehee.
So yeah. I don’t think it comes as a surprise that I am a potty mouth. I don’t think my mom will ever wake up to the day when she would approve of my potty mouthness. I don’t think there will ever be that day, in this lifetime or the next or the next.
Do you even remember the first time you said a bad word? A good ol’ PI or fuck or shit or dammit? I can. And it is that funny incident when I was in Grade 1 that led me to the guidance counselor’s office and had my parents pick me up. Yes, I got in trouble in that early of an age.
But then I wonder what would have happened if I didn’t have a healthier channel of expressing my anger. I get pretty pissy actually. If I didn’t learn cursing, I would have been…
a female bodybuilder.
Or a really angry person.
So I guess I have to thank God’s good humor for allowing me to find cursing as a channel for my anger. I know it makes me look crass and makes people think I’m a sailor, but.. yeah. I need it.
See? You can learn much better things from comic strips. :)