"Under certain circumstances, urgent circumstances, desperate circumstances,
profanity provides a relief denied even to prayer."
I swear, I know that not everyone does, but I do. I am aware that views on swearing are broad--some people find it just insulting and a sign of a lack of education, others view it as the last resort of the unheard. I am not sure that either of those arguments carry much weight with me. I don't swear at every opportunity however, and I find swearing for the sake of swearing a little wearisome, but the perfectly placed expletive can be a thing of wonder.
I have a juvenile love for a book called Roger's Profannisaurus, a comic compilation of thousands of swear words that runs the gamut from words like bristols and jubblies to hand-shandies and puppies fighting in a bag---I have spent more than one eveing in the company of friends belly-laughing at the creativity, the turn of phrase used to capture a sexual antic or physical appendage--not everyone's idea of a good night, but occasionally it's mine.
I say all that because I swore intentionally and publicly this week. I was speaking at an event with a couple of friends of mine, and for my portion I used some images as a way of generating some fresh thinking. One of the images I used is the one at the top of this post. What I said about it is that 'fuck it' can be a pivotal moment in ones life--it can be statement of resignation or a declaration of determination, but either way there are moments when to say 'fuck it' is to acknowledge that one has reached a certain crossroads, or an axis in ones life where big decisions will be made. 'Fuck it' might just be an important theological marker.