My mother never cursed in front of me when I was growing up. I blame this lack of exposure for my fascination with people who can just roll off a string of profanity-laden sentences.
But I was thinking tonight that there is one person I know who really epitomizes the most derogatory word she ever used to describe someone’s character.
That word is "jackleg".
I have been dealing with a particular jackleg for a long time. It’s exhausting and very angry-making.
It’s my own fault for letting said jackleg get to me and push every single one of my buttons. I should just let it roll off and know that said jackleg is a seriously unhappy individual, but it’s hard to remind myself of that when steam is pouring out of my ears at the very mention of the jackleg.
I should go to bed and stop thinking about it.