Dirty Words

This isn't one of those things where I'm going to implore you to use clean, family friendly language and tell you how un-classy it is to use "dirty words". Not at all. When it comes to profanity I'm actually a fan. However it really aggravates me when people overuse curse words. Part of what makes curse words so fun is that they are generally used in special circumstances. If every miniscule annoyance in your life warrants a an f-bomb or any of the other choice words that are considered profane, then I'm inclined to think that they happen to be the only interesting words you know, well either that or you may have anger issues. I would think that using profanity every other minute takes the satisfaction out of using it when it really is necessary. And trust me there are times when it is both necessary and extremely satisfying (like whenever I stub my toe). It would bother me less if the people I know who over-swear did it well. You see I kinda see swearing as an art form. Some people can string together a line of curse words so eloquently that any time they choose to do so, it seems perfectly appropriate. I love it when people bellow out these amazingly awful but awesome lines. There should be classes on how to accurately and eloquently swear. I would take that class. Think about it, your insults would give whiplash! I guess the point of this post is to implore everyone to please conserve the sanctity of profanity and to explore a broader more interesting vocabulary.     

Blogging

I'm going to begin my blog by stating the obvious: I've decided to start a blog. Why? you might ask. But really you probably don't care why, I'm gonna tell you anyway. Well for several reasons. For one because it seems that no one can do, say, or even think anything without immediatly publishing it on the internet and I was begining to feel left out. Two, because social networking seems to have developed into something important. I've applied for more than one job where experience blogging and tweeting were essential skills. I'm afraid that soon the ability to compose a tweet will be a more vital life skill than knowing how to spell your own name (someone needs to show me how to use twitter before it happens). Three, because I am so unbelievably bored in my post graduate, pre-professional life that I have stooped to level of documenting my thoughts, because just thinking them isn't enough. Maybe if I give special attention to each and every solitary thought and share them online then the days will go by faster or be more interesting. Probably not, but maybe. I feel like I'm 12 years old again writing in a diary because my adolescent feelings are to explosive to be contained, and writing in a silly diary may save me from having an outburst. Except I never wrote in the diary unless I was fuming mad and so it was really more of a "slam book" or something like that. That phase was short lived anyway, I probably wrote in that thing a total of 5 times.  I guess this is different, I have no intention of repeatedly expressing my rage on this blog. In fact, when people post about their problems online I'm usually perplexed by it. Especially the FB posts that are not explicitly directed at someone but have a 'you know who you are' tone to them. Those posts generally just make the person who wrote them look like a jackass; come on folks we are too old for the outbursts and by putting it online you aren't shaming the guilty party, just unwittingly making a fool of yourself. Anyway, I think I've said enough about what I don't intend to write in this blog, and if you want to know about what I do intent to write  then you should probably just read it. I'm sure I'll be posting again soon.