Just really feel like screaming fuck. Not really mad, angry or upset. I don't feel haste towards anyone. There is no pressure or anxiety that is "too much to deal with". Life is pretty good. Perhaps it's more of an exclamation. The excitement surrounding the word lights areas in my mind. Reactions are a fun part of it. It's not a widely accepted thing to do. There's the vocal release, the mental release, and the resulting mental release from screaming. I probably could. Doubtful anyone would really mind at 12:14am in NYC. Merely thinking about it sends shivers down my spine. It's only a word. Who invented curses anyway? Curses used to belong to witches, now everyone apparently has them. What's worse, screaming "fuck" out the window or screaming "shoot"? What if someone thinks there is a shooting? They could then be equally bad. I might just do it, and engage that little man that wants to be bad in my head. But what if someone thought that I got shot, or were seriously worried about my well-being? I am really only doing this for me. Other people do matter.
5 years ago