When I was young and naive (really, I was both!) I used to swear a lot. I'd spend my time on the docks smoking blunts, combing my mullet, and whistling and screaming obscenities at the passing sailors.
Originally this blog was going to document the journey I undertook to stop swearing so much. It would have demonstrated the trials and tribulations of toning down my obscenities in favor of a calmer, cooler disposition where I didn't let anything get to me anymore. Nothing gets through to me now. I will not tear down my wall. The blog was going to document the changes where I got married, started primping, and become generally irrelevant.
While I believe in the capacity to change and better oneself, some things are just fun. There are few happier moments in life than creating a new swear word out of nothing. The day I first used 'assclown' is one of my happier memories, because that word has brought so much joy to my life. When my wife asked me to cut down on using the term 'douchebag', substituting 'assclown' made it not a chore but a delight. And the times where I said 'douch-assclown' brought us all joy at the difficulties of change.
At work, these words are replaced with words that make others swear. Like synergy. Dashboard. Roadmap. You know, words that are supposed to be represent actual thoughtful planning and execution but instead represent the final insult to your direct reports.
Change is possible, but only worthwhile if it makes you happy. I decided paper money is better than change.
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