I am a potty mouth.
My mother was not a potty mouth, my father was not a potty mouth, my siblings are not potty mouths, my husband is not a potty mouth and most of my friends are not potty mouths. I was not a potty mouth in college. I was not a potty mouth through two marriages. I do not think I know anyone I would call a potty mouth.
I am the potty mouth.
I am not sure when it happened. I think it happened when the business I worked for got sued, but I am not sure.
I cannot bear foul language used around children or elders. I don't like it used in business or public settings and I sure do not want someone using foul language when they are dealing with me about something. I do not like it in movies or internet postings. I think it is a sign of ignorance, poor education and/or lack of respect.
I do not swear in public or around my grandchildren. I did drop an F bomb at Thanksgiving dinner one year. (I will never live that down) (and I blame too much wine) All in all I try to be careful.
That said, I am still a potty mouth
I can scarcely believe how I talk. It sometimes frightens me. I am not talking about an occasional damn, hell or sh-t. I am talking about the worst of the worst. I sometimes amaze myself.
I swear at "things" alot. Mostly inanimate things. Appliances that do not work are privy to my colorful outbursts. Also television. I can curse an entire show or just a few members of it. News is particularly conducive to my potty mouth. Things I cannot figure out or comprehend ( and there are lots of those) are subject to my potty mouthedness.
I swear when I am driving. Not other people that are driving, just at driving in general.
I swear at my dogs. I swear at myself.
I do not have to be angry to swear. I do not have to be in a bad mood, upset or hurt to swear.
I wish I wasn't a potty mouth. I wish I could go back to the years that I can remember I was not a potty mouth.
I am a potty mouth.