Is Profanity a Necessity?

I’m a very loyal Facebook netizen and I visit the site very frequently. Thus, although I don’t converse with people that much, I get to see all sorts of status updates in my news feed displaying a variety of dispositions, opinions and some other difficult-to-categorize posts. What I’m trying to highlight here is the choice of words people use to properly present their frame of mind. Just so we're clear about this, I'm not trying to judge anyone by posting this. I have no right to judge, I'm aware of that, because we all have our own flaws. I'm just merely stating my opinion. We are, in fact, entitled to have one, right?

I took this picture from here.
(Quite an informative article if you care to read)

As much as I hate to admit it, countless times words such as ‘sh*t’ and ‘d*mn’ slips from my mouth, either unconsciously or involuntarily. It seems like those two words formed a permanent habitation on my tongue when they were first introduced to my limited vocabulary sometime during my misspent youth. In fact, there were more of those kind of words introduced to me in all sorts of languages and I had no problem uttering them audibly. I thought using those words will make me sound like I’m a really cool teenager, so I used them to impress my equally clueless friends. Eventually, those words became a habit, despite the warnings I got from my parents saying that the next time they hear me say those foul languages again, they’ll rub chillies on my mouth. I guess I was too smart to know those were just empty threats.


As I grow older (well not that old), I gather that it is not the use of cuss words or calling people with vulgar terms that makes you cool. It’s your personality. Your attitude. Not that I’m saying the most important thing in life is to be impressed by others, no…but you get my point, right? Slowly, I was able to shed those dirty words off of my phraseology one by one, although I'm still struggling to get rid of the two words mentioned earlier from emanating from me. As the saying goes, old habits die hard. Darn it, I think I'm making up excuses again.  I’m not proud of it okay, I’m just saying. Anyways, I managed to replace them with some less profane words whenever I'm at a conscious state of mind and able to stop myself from using the originally profane terms.

The question is, do I still feel the anger or astonishment (unexplainably, we like to use indecent words to express our stupefaction) in my being even after I choose to remove profanity from my vocabulary? Frankly, I do. So what's the point of uttering a morally-acceptable sentence when I still feel the same feeling I felt? Well, maybe because dirty words are just not nice to be heard or read by the ears or eyes of  the society. Maybe because I'm a Christian, and I have been taught to never ever use my mouth to articulate curse or swearing words (been taught about this since I was 5 yet it took me more than 10 years to finally obey the Lord's teaching). Or maybe because I found that the thing printed on the T-shirt below is quite true.

Picture taken from here,
just in case  you're interested to buy the t-shirt. ;-)

You see, of course we live in a free country, so we get to choose what word we want to use to form a perfectly understandable sentence. But the thing is, is it really necessary to use lewd words in one’s figure of speech? Hmm. I’ll just leave that for you to decide.

First Day as a Fourth Year

Today was our first day of class after 3 weeks of break. We started off with forensic medicine posting. This is how I imagined myself in this posting a day before class starts:

Picture taken from this site.

I know, too much expectation. Can’t help it, my mind just loooves to exaggerate things. Especially the ones I don’t have a clue about. But hey, this is how I was in class today:

Yup, that's the face.

Anyways, about the 3 weeks break, I should say something about that. Hmm, where should I start? Ah, maybe next time.  It’s important for me to succumb to my laziness today ‘cause I don’t think I’ll have much opportunity to do that for the rest of the week...zzzzz

Never mind, I'm Fine, It's Okay

Even in my dismay

I heard myself say

“Never mind, I’m fine, it’s okay.”

As my mind struggled to make up reasons

Just so it could justify your actions

Ah, how I wish my heart is closer to my brain

Because my mind’s effort to comfort

  was definitely in vain

For even after a myriad of excuses I fabricate

I still feel forlorn and desolate

Yes, I was hurt, I felt pain

But no, I refuse to complain

Of course I wasn’t surprised

When you earnestly apologized

Told me you never meant for things to be that way

You promised next time shall be a better day

That was when I audibly say

“Never mind, I’m fine, it’s okay.”

Who was I trying to console?

Was it you, or my wistful soul?

Despite the fact that I became melancholy

I told myself “Oh Rachel, please be jolly,

Your friend said sorry, isn’t that enough already?
Stop it girl, this is not you, honey.”

I know it’s childish for me to pout

About something my mind has properly reason out

But I can’t help myself from feeling the way that I do

Perhaps other people would feel the same way too

They say time can heal

I hope what they say is real

So that one day I could finally say

“Never mind, I’m fine, it’s okay.”

And meant it in every way

Dear friend, I hope you’ll never know about this

About the day that my feelings went amiss

   because of you, yet you did not notice

Relax pal, it’s not because you’re oblivious

I did my best to make sure it’s not obvious

I refuse to let you know

Because we're friends 

   and a friend is better than a foe, no?

I’ll be damned if I ever let my disposition show

Which is why I’m letting my emotions flow

In this sad hopeless poem

None will ever bother to fathom