Swearing is one of those things that you do when you have no other options at the ready for coping with life’s situations, or at least you don’t really have the energy or imagination for resourcing other avenues for expressing yourself in quite the same way and with as much instantaneous gratification that’s possible with a “swear” word (or string of the buggers, which is even more gratifying). Also, you might be suffering from a vocabulary deficit, leaving you no alternative than to vent the peak you are feeling with some garden variety epithets that just about everyone already knows and understands. This may be great for virtually universal communication, on a dirt-level of course, but it doesn’t say much for the Phase-2 mode of getting your point across (entirely selfish in nature, I assure you) which comes about only after you’ve delivered some advanced terminology, preferrably to unenlightened ears, and moved on, allowing the fragments to find their targets in a slower, time-release manner, such that the victim receives the effects once you’re out of range for retaliation. Best served cold, as they say. If you are of the personality type that loves the immediacy of the unexpected verbal poke in the nose, you probably won’t get the same rush from perpetrating terminology that is more of a covert but heat-seeking variety. However, the long term grins are much more evident in the casually delivered barb that echoes. Also, you will find that you gain respect for this skill in the most unexpected places. The longer the time-lapse between delivery and understanding, the more respect you muster. Cool!