Like most people, I am trying to cut down on swearing. But I slip and it comes out.
The other day I was trying to get something from the top shelf with a forktruck.I backed up and brought down a overhead light fixture on top of my head, showering me in glass, steel, rust and about forty years of bird droppings.A piece of glass went thru the safety cage and tore into my nose.
I let loose a stream of “F: bombs that impressed both of my bosses, both of them members of the Marines Corp. The big boss was so impressed with the volume of my tirade that he told me I should go to confession.
Swearing is a safety valve for stressful situations. A man shouldnt swear enough to strip the paint off a four poster bed, but it should be in everymans arsenal, unless he is religious.
That's good philosophy.