When creating this blog, I had to pick a photograph for the front welcome page. I went with my gut and chose the mountain. No, not because it is all serene and majestic or that inspiring and hopeful Julie Andrews "Climb Every Mountain", find your inner edge, reach for the summit, new-age kind of bullshit (although I do love that shit and I really do love mountains). Nope. It was all inspired by my love of the word "fuck" and the story of my friend C telling her husband "Go Fuck Yourself on a Mountain!" This exclamation obviously came from a deep-seated place of real emotion. Unique and truly inspired. Brilliant!
Here is what happened. C was snowboarding in the beautiful Rocky Mountains of Colorado with her husband and some other couples whom were all skiing. Although she was shredding up the fresh pow in fashion, she felt she was lagging behind and was getting frustrated. You see, C is actually a super fantastic skier so she wanted to head back to the ski-in, ski-out and swap for her alpine gear. Naturally, she didn't want to go alone. Naturally, she asked her husband to go with her. You know the guy that was oh, just her soulmate, her "until death do us part", the fertilizer of her zygotes, but no, apparently not the Sunny to her Harkin (shout out to my "Hot Dog... The Movie" fans). Slouching and annoyed, her husband body-strated his answer before any words left his mouth. Subconsciously, she was already put-off before he could even put-out. By the time his mouth started puckering and his tongue pushed forward, she could feel that it wouldn't be the answer she wanted; "Why do you need me to go with you? You can go by yourself". Then, boom! The biggest avalanche of 2016. You know what hubby? "Go Fuck Yourself on a Mountain!"
What is funny is that I wasn't even there. It is a story I heard, but bruh, I felt as if I was there in my friend's snowboard boots, cheering on her subconscious that quickly turned blurted-out words of so many intertwined meanings and emotions and experiences of the past and the present moment. Precise, direct, action-verb spot-on and remarkably taking into account their current natural environment. "Go Fuck Yourself on a Mountain!"
It must have felt great to say that. It feels great to hear it. My friends and I often tell this story. We like telling the story. Besides the fact that it is fucking funny, it also real, honest, raw, and leaves nothing hiding. Which made me think. Why should people hide anything? Even their use of swear words?
Sometimes, swear words just feel good.
Fuck is actually one of my favorite words (not sure if you could tell yet). Happy: "Fucking awesome!" Frustrated: "Fuck!" Angry: "FUCK!" Celebratory: "Fuck!" Shocked: "Fuuuuuck?!?" Trying not to say it but feeling Fuck: Silently put both middle fingers up and shake them all about. Versatile as Fuck.
So like C standing on 200+ inches of snow base, aspen trees watching with their carved-in eye markings, wind carrying the sound of her voice far and wide (Yah - Julie Andrews can SUCK IT!) - I am no longer hiding my fever for the flavor of the F-word. I am embracing Fuck.