Swearing

I do not swear, at least not by society's standards because they aren't certain words. There is a running joke, though, between my husband and myself that I get so frustrated that it's going to make me swear. He laughs and comments on how that would be the day. What he does not realize, though, is that I truly do just want to go off on people sometimes, and in those times I actually do not know what to say. If I actually did go off, I believe vulgarities are what would come out, since that is the only way I have ever heard someone go off.

Lately, I have been reading the Lord of the Rings series. In these situations, I find myself feeling much like Frodo does when enemies are near. There is a pulling within him to do something, usually to put on the ring, which he comes to realize is not his wanting, but the power of the enemy within him trying to sway his actions and his judgement. Many years ago I broke and started swearing (ah, middle school), but only at a friend's house so as not to get caught. I stopped when I realized I almost went off on my mother once, and I am pretty sure that would have been the end of me. I resist now, knowing that it would do me no good. I have found that swearing brings forth anger, and not just in me. Those who swear explicitly tend to be much more forceful and easily infuriated. I already have enough issues with staying at peace; I do not need to add this to it.