Is It Ever Okay to Cuss—Someone OUT!!!!

swearingDown through the years I heard that people who cussed had very limited vocabularies. I heard that people who cuss have no self control and need to just count to ten before they “go off.” I’ve heard that cussing, or using curse words, in heated conversations serves no purpose other than to make a bad situation worse. I’ve heard that cussing someone out actually creates more stress on the curser than the cussee. But down through the years I’ve faced situations where I needed to just “cuss someone OUT!” Let me offer a few examples of when I should have cussed someone out.

Many years ago I had a boyfriend who told me that his mother emergency “right now” surgery and that he needed to fly to Los Angeles to be with her. Stupid me, I let him use my credit card. When the “what it wuz” story unfolded he had flown to Los Angeles for the birth of a child by a girlfriend. Should I have cussed his ass out? Next guy—years later—said he was straight. Walked into my house, gave me a kiss on the mouth and what I smelled and tasted was fecal matter. Guess what– he was gay. Should I have cussed his no good sorry ass out on top of telling to get his you know what out of my house? Back in college, another guy. Needed me to write his final term paper because he was a big Univ. of Michigan basketball star and needed to pass a course. Stupid me, I wrote his paper. He turned it in and got a good grade. He was supposed to take me to a big Ohio State-Michigan game. Then I spotted him with another woman headed to the game. Should I have cussed his two timing, no good sorry ass out? Another situation. A female friend needed a loan because she was desperate. I loan her money. Then I got a petition in bankruptcy where she listed what she owed me as one of the debts to be discharged. This heifer never mentioned that she didn’t plan to pay me back. Should I have cussed her trifling ass out? Another female. I went to visit her and needed to iron a wrinkled blouse before heading to a professional conference. She didn’t have an ironing board so she gave me an iron and told me to press it on a folded area rug about 18 wide and 2 feet long. The hot iron melted some of the nylon fibers of the cheap rug. I told her I was sorry. She said it was okay—two weeks later after I returned home she sent me a bill demanding $40 to replace a cheap dollar store rug. Did I cuss her double crossing, money grabbing ass out? Want more?

A couple of months ago a back yard faucet that had been capped off in the ground 5 years ago sprung a leak. I found the faucet location, dug out all the dirt from around the faucet, found the source of the leak, went and bought the rubber boot to recap the line, also bought the clamps to tighten it around the rubber boot. There was a still small seeping leak after I used just a screwdriver to tighten the clamp so I called an Amarillo franchise plumbing and explained the situation. I was told that they would not charge their $85 service call fee until they could assess the work. The plumber showed up, looked at the hole I had dug, looked at the rubber boot I had bought, looked at the clamp, went to his truck and got a socket wrench, tighten the clamp around the rubber boot, then handed me a bill for $85. Should somebody have gotten cussed out for cheating me out of about $75? Next repair. I needed more electric outlets at my kitchen counter. I had a GFCI outlet put in because the electrician told me that the Amarillo City Electrical Code required one GFI outlet near a faucet in a kitchen. I explained that I wanted a dedicated GFCI outlet and a separate breaker switch for the outlet that was to be used solely for a microwave oven. I paid a total of $221 for the 20 amp romex wire with breaker and the 15 amp GFCI receptacle. The GFCI receptacle that was dedicated to the microwave (written on the circuit panel by the electrician) blew out the microwave and the receptacle. Long story short, called them back requesting a free repair. No go they said because the city code required the GFCI outlet and they said that the microwave should not have been plugged into a GFCI outlet because of the variable wattage usage of a microwave that is prone to blow out GFCI outlets. I said, “Now you tell me after you installed it.” What did this repair cost me? A new microwave, $99, a new non GFCI outlet, $135.00. I was cool with the office folks about an adjustment—they held firm saying they did what the city electrical code required. Should I have cussed somebody out for paying $221, plus $135, plus $99, a total of $455, behind someone else’s incompetence?

So when should somebody get cussed out for ripping you off, cheating on you, stiffing you, or just plain playing you for a fool? When is it okay to “cuss like a sailor?” Or should we “keep our cool” and just shrug it off. Should we just say, “I’ll pray for you?” Should we rely on the old adage, “What comes around goes around” and just “let it go?” Should we just “let stuff go” when we want to open up with both barrels and let our “I’m gonna get you sucker” feelings be known—even if we chose “not so nice words?” But is taking the route of revenge ever worth all the plotting effort? What about the old adage, “Don’t get mad, get even?” Do we get even with merchants by giving them bad online reviews and never referring customers to them? Does cussing in a household to make your feelings heard and understood ever accomplish anything—except scare everyone in the house—or invite a good cussing match? Does cussing make the person doing the cussing look ignorant, low-classed, and stupid? Should we avoid hitting folks with cuss words because it might lead to hitting them with a fist or a chair or a skillet?

Down through the years I have known some folks who could really curse. I mean come out with a long string of curse words you never knew could be strung together. I knew one person who cussed every other word. I mean she could cuss. One time her cussing got so bad I told her to “stop all that cussing.” She even cussed out a nurse at a hospital for not wanting to help her to a shower. I told her that it was never a good idea to cuss out a caregiver because these folks can “kill you” and no one will ever know how you died. Still, she cussed. She cussed her children, she cussed her grandchildren, she cussed her neighbors, she even cussed the dog. She didn’t take “no mess” from anybody. She cussed out the cable people, the water people, the electrical people, the phone company, the insurance agent, the bus driver—she even cussed out the meals on wheels people. But when she stopped cussing she was the nicest person. Do you cuss? Do you need to stop cussing folks out? Do you need to start cussing folks out? Do you need to cuss someone out and get it off your chest for once and for all? Or should you just “let it go” and move on? And who should you not cuss out—the people who prepare your food or give you medicine.

Copyright 2015 – L. Arthalia Cravin. All rights Reserved. No part of this commentary may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission from the author.

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