When did you learn to start swearing?
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1st year high school
My classmates are always saying damn words so I apparently learned their way of talking and reacting.
My classmates are always saying damn words so I apparently learned their way of talking and reacting.
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My story!
According to my mother, "shit" was one of my first 15 or so words. Now I'm a Sailor for real...
Basically, not long after beginning to copy mouth sounds, I was in the car with me Mum, and she narrowly avoided an accident, spouting this cursed word. After this, due to a stern reprimanding, it would be awhile until I used it again.
The earliest time I remember swearing is actually kind of funny. I was 6 years old and in kindergarten. At this time, for some odd reason as my family members never use this word and I was extremely sheltered (I was allowed to watch PBS. Period.), I knew that the word "fuck" was not ever to be said. I was sitting in class working on some project, a loner even then, when I heard some girls next to me using the word "Funky," a word I did not understand, to describe the actions they were making in their personal game. E.G. "Wow, that's funky" or "I'm funky." Now, I understood from the context that this word was quite benign, and had no relation besides spelling to the swear. To this day I have idea why I did it, but at that moment, after listening to them for a few minutes, I stood up on my desk, cupped my hand to my mouth, and yelled at the highest volume my tiny lungs could muster:
"FUUUCK!!!"
The teacher was speachless. I had already made a name for myself as a trouble child at this time, having kicked a girl in the stomach so badly she needed medical attention, pissed on the school, and generally ignored the adults of the school. Even at age 5 I was already on ritilin. So I was suspended, again. In kindergarten.
Also, later that year, I was picking the nail on my middle finger absent mindedly while standing in line for the water fountain. The cheeky little bastard in from of my tells me to stop flipping him off. I tell him that I'm not, and continue picking away at my nail. Now, I hate, and always have hated, being blamed for an action I did not do more than anything else in Creation. So, when he accuses me of this unknown action again, I begin to get heated and argumentative. Then the little shit tattles on me. I probably attempted to beat him up, and probably got suspended for it, I don;t remember. I do remember going home pissed as hell, and asking Mum "What's this mean" while giving her the full Dane Cook 9-knuckles. She explains that it means something very bad, and for adults only. Now, armed with this weapon, some weeks (maybe days) later, after being reprimanded for some minor offence and sent to the time out chair, I faced the class and flipped double birds at all of them for a good ten minutes. Suspended, again.
I never actually figured out the meaning of the middle finger until, no kidding, the eleventh grade.
As for my progression in swearing, I knew everything except "cunt" by age 9. By age 11 I was swearing among my peers regularly, first because it was cool like smoking, and then for an eternity due to habit. I learned "cunt" in the ninth grade. Before I left the house at 18 I never swore in front of or to my parents, except for a select few accidental times that I could count on one hand. Now, however, I hold my tongue for nothing. I know when to be polite or informal. In fact, when I go too long without swearing, my coworkers ask me if I'm feeling alright...
I actually don't see the whole taboo in swearing. Ooh, it's excrement; Deutsche for strike; or, in a dead language from the BC era, to create or become. They're just words, really. When insulting someone, or otherwise abusing a language, if you have to resort to swears it merely belies your true intelligence.
According to my mother, "shit" was one of my first 15 or so words. Now I'm a Sailor for real...
Basically, not long after beginning to copy mouth sounds, I was in the car with me Mum, and she narrowly avoided an accident, spouting this cursed word. After this, due to a stern reprimanding, it would be awhile until I used it again.
The earliest time I remember swearing is actually kind of funny. I was 6 years old and in kindergarten. At this time, for some odd reason as my family members never use this word and I was extremely sheltered (I was allowed to watch PBS. Period.), I knew that the word "fuck" was not ever to be said. I was sitting in class working on some project, a loner even then, when I heard some girls next to me using the word "Funky," a word I did not understand, to describe the actions they were making in their personal game. E.G. "Wow, that's funky" or "I'm funky." Now, I understood from the context that this word was quite benign, and had no relation besides spelling to the swear. To this day I have idea why I did it, but at that moment, after listening to them for a few minutes, I stood up on my desk, cupped my hand to my mouth, and yelled at the highest volume my tiny lungs could muster:
"FUUUCK!!!"
The teacher was speachless. I had already made a name for myself as a trouble child at this time, having kicked a girl in the stomach so badly she needed medical attention, pissed on the school, and generally ignored the adults of the school. Even at age 5 I was already on ritilin. So I was suspended, again. In kindergarten.
Also, later that year, I was picking the nail on my middle finger absent mindedly while standing in line for the water fountain. The cheeky little bastard in from of my tells me to stop flipping him off. I tell him that I'm not, and continue picking away at my nail. Now, I hate, and always have hated, being blamed for an action I did not do more than anything else in Creation. So, when he accuses me of this unknown action again, I begin to get heated and argumentative. Then the little shit tattles on me. I probably attempted to beat him up, and probably got suspended for it, I don;t remember. I do remember going home pissed as hell, and asking Mum "What's this mean" while giving her the full Dane Cook 9-knuckles. She explains that it means something very bad, and for adults only. Now, armed with this weapon, some weeks (maybe days) later, after being reprimanded for some minor offence and sent to the time out chair, I faced the class and flipped double birds at all of them for a good ten minutes. Suspended, again.
I never actually figured out the meaning of the middle finger until, no kidding, the eleventh grade.
As for my progression in swearing, I knew everything except "cunt" by age 9. By age 11 I was swearing among my peers regularly, first because it was cool like smoking, and then for an eternity due to habit. I learned "cunt" in the ninth grade. Before I left the house at 18 I never swore in front of or to my parents, except for a select few accidental times that I could count on one hand. Now, however, I hold my tongue for nothing. I know when to be polite or informal. In fact, when I go too long without swearing, my coworkers ask me if I'm feeling alright...
I actually don't see the whole taboo in swearing. Ooh, it's excrement; Deutsche for strike; or, in a dead language from the BC era, to create or become. They're just words, really. When insulting someone, or otherwise abusing a language, if you have to resort to swears it merely belies your true intelligence.
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I remember it clear as day the first time I remember swearing.
2nd grade, Mrs. Harper's class, "Mrs. Harper, I'm about to shit myself I need to go to the bathroom!"
I've heard the word used by my mom and dad all the time, when they were trying to use the bathroom and really didn't know the full meaning of the term being "bad". Needless to say my parents stopped swearing around me and started to punish me when I did, but I started to pick up other thing's through out the years and I never use them unless someone is getting on my nerves.
2nd grade, Mrs. Harper's class, "Mrs. Harper, I'm about to shit myself I need to go to the bathroom!"
I've heard the word used by my mom and dad all the time, when they were trying to use the bathroom and really didn't know the full meaning of the term being "bad". Needless to say my parents stopped swearing around me and started to punish me when I did, but I started to pick up other thing's through out the years and I never use them unless someone is getting on my nerves.
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Renovartio wrote...
for me its not "learn to swear"its
"getting into the habit of swearing"
and i didnt get into the habit until 8-9th grade
Back then, me swearing actually meant something. My friends would be like "Wow, you must really be upset. I have never heard you swear before ever."
same goes for my sister. Guess she's just like me. Even the perverted part -___-
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Little. And they laughed. Thats why Im so bad today~Im stopping...>x<;; Or rather I dont do it in public. e_e.
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I think around 3rd or 4th grade and I do remember the first time I said "Fuck". It was during a game of kickball, they caught the ball I kicked and just chanted "OUT! OUT! OUT!" over and over, then I lost it and yelled "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"
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I was eight or seven and my teacher was nice in class and an asshole after class and then i suddenly could swear
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TheDarkStarAlchemist
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Like 2nd or 3rd grade. Whenever that was. I had this one friend who would not stop swearing about anything and everything. He was sporting the words like new shoes: wearing them all the time. He was a penis.
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4 years i turned on the tv and, saw a midnight show, the "word" was "Hijo de puta" "son of a bitch"
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I guess when I was around 13? I learned the words earlier, then I suddenly thought it was cool to swear like an idiot. I was a stupid, stupid teenager.
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Since about 3 years old, but my favorite memory was when I was in kindergarden, and I kept spelling fuck and bitch out on pieces of paper and telling people to read them aloud in front of witnesses. I would then tell the teacher they were cursing, backed up by the witnesses, and they would get in trouble. I got like 4 people to do this before people caught on.
