Admit it. When you woke up today and thought to yourself ‘hmn, ‘F’!’ The first word that came to your mind was the ‘F’ word.
And then, of course, you thought ‘oh no. I can’t write about that.’ At least, that’s what I thought this morning. But then I got to contemplating the ‘F’ word and its overwhelming magical powers.
The ‘F’ word can turn any normal angry exchange into a full-blown fight to the death.
It can demean any particular act. Like swimming. - Sounds innocent enough, right? But if you say ‘I’m going f*ing swimming.’ – suddenly swimming sounds like some badass activity, even if it’s in a kiddie pool.
It can change perception.
It can end relationships.
It can make you laugh.
It can make you cry.
And while contemplating all of this- I wondered, who the hell came up with this word? It feels like it must go back to the dawn of man. It does kind of sound like a cave man having a hair ball, when you think about it. Yet those few consonants and syllables put together wield as much power as a whole page full of words and sentences. And as someone who marvels at the power of words, I must admit the ‘F’ word has its place in our history, culture, and language.
When you think about it, words themselves aren’t good or bad- like metal, wood, water, or any other brute material.
It’s how you use them that makes the difference.
How do you use the ‘F’ word? Never or at whim? Only for rare special occasions? On purpose or by accident?