I don’t think people should swear or cuss at other people. I don’t like “God” peppered into conversation nor the use of JC as an exclamation. But there can be real relief and value in private expulsion of expletives. The great Italian footballer Andrea Pirlo states it perfectly.
Swearing’s my release. It’s the one weapon I have to defend myself against destiny when it elects to strike without pity. ((http://babb.telegraph.co.uk/2014/06/37-reasons-why-andrea-pirlo-is-the-worlds-greatest-living-human-man/))
Pirlo provides a prime example when reflecting on the loss against Istanbul.
There are always lessons to be found in the darkest moments. It’s a moral obligation to dig deep and find that little glimmer of hope or pearl of wisdom. You might hit upon an elegant phrase that stays with you and makes the journey that little bit less bitter. I’ve tried with Istanbul and haven’t managed to get beyond these words: for f***s sake.
Footie skills aside, we even look a bit alike:
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What strikes me as most odd is the hierarchy we’ve assigned to swear words, especially things we might tell other people to do–it boggles my mind that “go fuck yourself” is considered worse than “go to hell.” Given a choice, I would choose “not hell” every time.