There’s a monster inside me and its trying to get out.
It’s been there for years. Sometime I can contain it, sometimes it just jumps out without me even realising! The monster inside me is bad. Bad language.
A story from my childhood (about 6 years old) goes a little like this…
I’m sat playing with some toy cars on he floor of my aunties house and one of the cars goes flying to the other side of the room.
With a glum look on my face I said to myself “Oh sugar butties”.
My uncle laughed to himself and asked my why I would say such a strange thing. My response was simple; “Well, I used to say shit, but my mum says I shouldn’t say that anymore!”
So here I am now. With a 10 month old, who no doubt doesn’t yet understand a word I’m saying, but I know someday soon he will. I don’t want to look back on his first word and be ashamed it was Fu*k, B*llox, A*se or any other of the bad words that come flying out of my mouth without any consideration for the innocent audience in front of me.
I can’t be the only one can I? The Mrs doesn’t have this problem and very rarely swears, maybe because I do it enough for both of us.
Do you have a monster inside you? How to you keep it under wraps?
You better leave me a comment now…..or you might just make me angry!….YOU WONT LIKE ME WHEN I’M ANGRY!
As always, thanks for reading