The other day someone posted on a Facebook link I uploaded earlier and proceeded to use “fuck” in their comment, expressing excitement for our shared interests that we had not seen before. Had you asked me if this would have bothered me much before Ramadan, I doubt it; I am as guilty as the next person for using curses to fill-in my vocabulary. This fact is funny to me since I can still remember being a little kid and worrying about saying “crap” in front of my parents, let alone any en vogue curses.
Back to the story at hand, though. My reason for documenting this situation is not to shame someone for cursing; be my guest. I do, however, now see why I reacted so strongly post-Ramadan beginning. For those both fasting or just supporting those who are, the fast also entails abstaining from our usual “vices.” Looking at myself, this includes no coffee (I would love to have coffee any other time to talk), cursing, getting heated, and other things that are, how do I say, a bit more private. Anyways, I think at the core of this particular example and my reaction is that I honestly believe cursing is a lazy means of speaking and/or expressing an emotion to one another. Do you really need to say, “I love that shit!” I doubt it.
In the words of Minor Threat, the prolific 80s DC hardcore band, “Flex your head.”
Salams for now.