I never liked cursing. It's uncouth, rude and necessitates a certain forgiving of ones character and morals to use foul language. When I hear people use these words I cringe and, on the rare occasion that I let one slip, I immediately berate myself for having done so.
And then there's what happened the other day. Not only did I curse, I did so in front of someone else. Twice. Not at him, but at his source. You see, A told B something that he shouldn't have. Not only should not have, but did so for the one and only reason to be a gossip. To have information that B had not been privy to and share it with him. Share it with B, knowing that he would then approach me about it. Share it with him, knowing how much the topic would upset me and ruin my mood. Ruin my night and my week.
This source, A, is someone, who by nature of who he is, had the information. The second person, is not. And so A decided to share it with B. Not for my well-being, not for my own sake, not for any other reason than to have a juicy piece of gossip to share. To elicit a reaction.
And to that, I tell you, A, go $@#% yourself.
Moments after I found out that this personal information had been passed from A to B, I bumped into B. The first thought that crossed my mind was to walk over and say the earlier stated phrase. But I didn't.
It felt good afterwards, as it always does, as I progress on my journey to learning to say nothing.