I tried to give up swearing for Lent.
It didn't work out.
I was raised in an Irish family where profanity is just part of the dialect. My first word as a child was "shit." Foul language was just commonplace when I was growing up; I never thought of it as taboo.
Which is why giving up swearing never works.
If you actually sit and think about the whole concept, it's kind of ridiculous. I mean they're just words. Which made me realize something in my efforts to not swear. I started using "alternate" words instead of swearing.
"Grasshole" is now a common insult amongst my siblings, as is "dishrag." The words changed, but if you think about it, I'm still swearing. Whether I shout "COCKSUCKER" or "SACAJAWEA" (another new family fav...) after bashing my knee into the coffee table, the intent remains the same. It doesn't matter what the word is, I'm still swearing.
[A side note: I apologize for lack of comments on other blogs. All the A-Z posts are set to post automatically, while I continue to wallow in a depressive funk.]