stop swearing

I’m learning how to swear in French… it’s a bit better because then people will just not understand it as such… and just think you’re muttering to yourself.

Thanks to whoever suggested it here..
Well.. I was doing a thing where I’d pen little dots on my arm every time I swore and pay it back at the end of the day (10c each) but that got a bit awkward and difficult to track after a week or two weeks so I’m not sure if I’ve had much progress. I just shrug and put heaps of money in my ‘stop bl**dy swearing!’ jar. At least some charity will be pleased!
Also, I’ve increased my usage of the words ‘Gosh’, ‘Wow’ and ‘Yikes’. :)

my son just said, that was fucking scary…ugggggg… I’m warping my kids

I’ve ditched using the basic naughty words and am now tackling the ever popular “Oh my gawd!”. That one’s tricky. It’s not one I’ve ever had to censure myself around youngsters or oldsters, so it’s become far more entrenched in my brain.
Luckily, Get Fuzzy has come through for me.

“Sweet raisin danish!”

It’s so much fun to say, it’s already becoming automatic!

5:00, woken earlier by cats. Decided instead of getting back to sleep I would try to get some early morning work done, when I got to my computer, found another cat sitting in my chair.

Went to great effort to slowly move the chair over without making enough sound to wake up Aimée. Only AFTER I’d finished moving the chair over and sat down in a much less comfortable one did Fran jump off the chair, usually a sign that she’s about to start squeaking, which often DOES wake Aimée up.

Swore under my breath before I realized it.

I think I’m finding it easier to catch myself beforehand, though I have yet to have a major challenge to test that. The few minor ones (tripping in the middle of the night over our Ottoman, driving, forgetting to do things) have been manageable. I think I’m also getting a bit better at catching myself when I get into a swearing mood, and altering the mood itself. It’s not that I don’t get angry or frustrated, just that I get OUT of feeling that way a little quicker.

Yesterday went well. One jeebus, nothing else to my recollection. Twice managed to catch myself moving into swearing mode, managed to notice and curtail beforehand each time, which feels great.

There’s so many fantastic words I can express myself with, ones that are more forthright and specific, but I’ve gotten lazy and just allowed myself to swear as a shortcut to self-expression. Ick.
It’s time to go dig through my thesaurus and find some new and interesting words to use instead of cussin’.

So far, so good, give or take 2 mild jeebus-related stumblings yesterday. So far, I think driving is my biggest danger zone.

It’s interesting differentiating two areas to work on:

- Actually swearing
- Getting in to the mode of speaking angrily about things.

I want to work on both, but will consider this challenge to be the former.

So far so good: two days of tootling around LA with the attendent stresses, and no swearing, except a bit in my mind.

I think the batch of latest dreams has been helpful in energizing me to get back on track in improving myself.

I think the next big challenge will be once I’m back in my normal environment, particularly on Lonsword nights, as it’s easy to swear in the heat of the moment after a good finger mashing.