So, I’ll never deny that I have a potty mouth. I know I swear all the time.

You know Twitter? The micro-blogging service where you can continually update the world on what’s going on in your life? Well, today, I found Cursebird, which basically draws out in a feed every twitter that includes a swear word. This was made for me. Oh, and don’t click on that cursebird link unless you want to be slammed in the face with dirty, dirty language. I, of course, love it.

And I have to say, reading all those comments today, such as “I just want to fucking go back to sleep” and “This day is shitty”…. well…. it made me smile. And that’s when it dawned on me. I use swearing as a stress reliever.

And it really works.

Most people that know me know I’m generally a happy person. I try to be friendly, positive and upbeat (I don’t always succeed, but I try). I now believe that is in direct correlation to my swearing. Because when I’m having a shitty day, by simply saying “I’m having a shitty day,” my day instantly gets better. If I stub my toe and yell “Fuck!” the pain seems to subside faster.

To relieve stress, some people go to the gym, or pick up a hobby, or go to counseling, or are miserable people.

I swear. And I’m OK with that.

So, sorry, Mom. But it looks like I need to keep swearing. Guess I’ll never be a lady.