Cussin’

Years ago I used to cuss quite a lot. It wasn’t like cuss words dripped off my tongue but they made their appearance much more than they should have. So, I made the effort and quit cussin’. I guess it was because I realized that what intellect I have was masked by irritating words of adjectivity. In simple terms, I thought I was a moron for using those words. (I was right!)

Nowadays I find more expressive and quiet voiced ways of saying things in an adjectivised or adverbial way by holding forth with monumentally quiet diatribes. I also started spelling words the way I wanted, not Webster. He was irritated by my nonchalance however. He wrote me a letter that had a heading from some cemetery or other way back east. I chucked it in the fireplace and didn’t read it. The first word was the “F” word, followed by “you” so why would I read further? After all, I figured, what has he ever done for me? I’m the one who bought his book for criminey sake!

Why am I writing this now, you ask? What is your point? It’s easy, you’re never too old to change. You can teach an old dog new tricks. The waterfall doesn’t go back up until it rains and then it takes a good while. I don’t know. Why should I be the only one that knows, anyway?

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