Tilting at Windmills 1 (tilting at expletive similes)
So this is different. This is going to be small. This shall have no picture. Tilting at Windmills posts are going to be open letters [primarily] to the teens in my life. They are going to address things that I know will never change but I have to take a run at anyway. Here goes number one:
Expletives do not have feelings.
Neither fuck nor shit are valid references of comparison for how tired, angry, happy, crazy, sick, scared, etc. you are.
I honestly don’t mind you swearing so much as I mind you swearing stupidly. Save it for when it actually means something.