I always find it amusing when my friends say, “Amou! I’ve never heard you curse.” or “Oh! I didn’t know you cursed?!”
People see me as innocent, mild, even tempered. I suppose it’s a good thing though. I was raised by a very traditional woman, and for the longest time (kudos to her) cursing was taboo in my house. In fact it still is. The only difference now is that because we are older we are a bit more ballsy, and therefore do let them slip from time to time as anger gets the best of us. Anyhow, my extremely military upbringing has left me with a few unusual quirks and one of them is… prudence I guess. I don’t curse often, and certainly not in front of parents or teachers. My “home culture” (I always coin phrases and terms for explanation purposes, go with it.) was laden with formalities… this is rude, this is polite, this is lady-like, this is in our culture, this is disrespectful, and so on. So there are certain boundaries we didn’t allow ourselves to cross. However, that was the past. As any African child, we feared our parents and that is what kept us from performing the forbidden naughty deeds. Now that we are older and less fearful, we are certainly not above dropping a few “F-Bombs”.
I think the thing that makes it more surprising with me though, is that I am typically a more docile creature. People know me for my smile and easy going nature. I always do say that if my personality had a color, it would yellow. I’m the “Oh.. no worries. It’s okay. We’ll make do. We all make mistakes. That’s life…” kind of girl. Very patient, I’d like to think. The reason for it is simple: “Do onto others as you would have them do onto you.” The golden rule. I know that I am human, and being that I am unbelievably flawed. I want people to be patient of my flaws, so naturally, I am patient of theirs. I consider myself an incredibly agreeable cooperative human creature. We are few. We are often seen as week. We are often seen as pushovers. However, those who truly know us also know that our “No worries. It’s okay. We’ll make do.”s do run out. In fact my close friends know that the quieter and more “agreeable” I become about a certain situation, (one which would usually merit quite a bit of frustration), the closer I am to irruptions.
Have you ever heard of the eye of the storm? Have you ever heard that the most dangerous volcanoes are the ones that haven’t irrupted in some time? Liken me to those examples. Because though I am typically polite, sweet, and lady like… when to many transgressions (or sometimes just one big one) stack on top of each other, I will eventually irrupt. And in that instance I will utilize a few fiery “F-ing, mother F-er, Desperate B****!!”. To follow? My wrath. My Wrath. MY. FIERY. WRAATH!!
mhahahah :) Then I get over it and go back to being cordial, and lady like.
You see, it’s not that I don’t curse. I do. I’m just takes me longer to get angry than it does most people. However when I do? Hide.