The Two Versions of Me
I have a new friend (that sounds weird, like I made a friend in play group or something) who is a local photographer. We hit it off right away. She’s honest, down to earth, sweet, smart and bitchin.
Yes, I said bitchin.
She swears a lot. I love that, swearing is good for the soul. Fuck yeah!
I was on the phone with her the other night talking about lenses (we’re geeky like that) and she apologized again for swearing. I said it was fine because I swear all the time.
She said that she rarely hears me swear in person but I swear all the time online. At that point she pointed out that in person I’m really sweet and not aggressive at all like I am online. It’s funny, Iâ€™ve heard that a lot.
It takes a while for me to get to a point of being totally me in person because I’m actually kind of shy and nervous. While still in the beginning stages with most people I worry a lot about what I say, how I look and what they think of me. Itâ€™s just part of my anxiety but it goes away eventually if I really feel comfortable with the person.
After I get comfortable with someone I start dropping the f-bombs and burping constantly. You can ask my husband or my SIL or Gwen. Iâ€™ve been known to swear at the wrong times and get glares in Target by mothers.
At the same time, at work I have to train myself not to swear so I think that has cut down on my daily @#$@# $%#$ %@#$. I work with women who are at least 30 years older than me, when I swear a part of them dies inside.
But fear not, when you really get to know me and I get comfortable I swear all the time and you may actually miss the days when I was sweet and innocent. Enjoy it while it lastsâ€¦you fucking whore.