I recently rewatched Pulp Fiction with my son and faboo hubby. While I try to adhere to right speech and the principles of the practice, I sometimes digress.
I admit I do enjoy profanity. I feel it expresses a guttural, emotional and honest communication while sometimes rudely, of exactly what we need to say.
Today was one of those days where I had a Sam Jackson from Pulp Fiction kind of day. Maybe it's all the energy work I've been doing on my fifth chakra, the throat chakra, the communication chakra, the listening chakra. Maybe it's easier to just cut to the chase and do a Sam Jackson and say "I am a mushroom cloud laying motherfucker, motherfucker!"
Simply said, Sit down and shut up. Just. This.