katlur1951

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!

There must be an unwritten commandment in the Guys Book of Rules that says all males must make up stuff to tell women, for the express purpose of gaining some degree of acceptance and personal influence. There doesn’t have to be an iota of truth in the stuff that’s made up simply because you’re dealing with the “enemy” (females) and whatever you can get them to believe is a point in your favor. Am I understanding the situation? Is this accurate? Does it matter to you at all that, at any time, your credibility as a human being can be totally lost? Am I being naive to think that some sort of trust factor needs to attended to so that you get to KEEP whatever it is you are seeking to establish between you and the opposite sex? Just asking…

It’s hard to get the home improvement projects done when the piles of life refuse are sitting in stacks and piles in front of the areas you need to reconstruct. I am an unofficial charter member of the Never Throw Anything Away Because You Might Need It Later Society. People in the NTAABYMNILS have an issue with actually putting things into refuse bins for fear that the fickle finger of fate will suddenly blast from the ionosphere and zero in on one’s nose to point out, in case anyone had missed it, that it is a flagrant disregard of the potential facts to do such a thing, because…that is just the time when whatever you casually tossed away will be Just The Thing that will complete some deficient thing or situation, making your life move forward as it was meant to do instead of encouraging either entropy or pushing your luck. So…I got piles and stacks. This is not an episode on Dr. Phil wherein we see the OCD-appelated, pathetic individual cowering pathetically in the corner of a seat while being castigated by a self-righteous, semi-corpulent, balding man who seems to think he knows stuff, more stuff than you at least. I am not OCD, just prudent. Some of these things in the stacks and piles have actually cured a rainy day or two. So there.