The F word is one of my favorite words in the whole world. I use it all the time like I use chili or ginger.
I picked one of my yoga teachers because I was looking for a good yoga video on youtube and I thought I heard this one teacher say “What the fuck.” I had to go back and double check, and yep, that is exactly what she said. I thought, “How fresh and unpretentious is that!” So I started learning from her and I bought one of her books.
I don’t use the word indiscriminately. I don’t say it around my grandkids or to just anyone who happens to knock on my door.
I use it when I need a certain pizazz that only the F-word can give.
Some people don’t care for a spice like that at all, They find it completely distasteful. F—fine. Let ’em eat sassafrass.
Then there are others who use so much of it that it loses its punch.
Like any good chef, there is a skill (or a talent) to using the F-word; There are a few rules I like to abide by.
I don’t like to hurt people with it unless I am extremely angry, and then I am not in my right mind anyway.
So I never say “Fuck you.”
Traffic situations do not count. If I am in a car and windows are rolled up then it’s ok to say “Stupid fucker, ” when someone does something really stupid,. But of course, I follow it up right away with wishing them peace because I don’t want to make any bad karma.
In fact, the car is a great place to let out a whole string of angry “Stupid motherfucking asshole fucking duck breath piss ant!” when I am totally upset at someone as long as I get it out of my system and immediately apologize to the air and say “No, I don’t mean that at all!. What I mean is, May you be at peace…” and so on.
Actually, that is the only rule I can think of: don’t hurt people. Otherwise, it is just a word. But it is a word.
Words have power.
Take the word, Love, for instance. Love has a vibe.
Hmmm. As I say it, love seems to hold a little more power.
Fuck it, I’m choosing LOVE.