Category Archives: Practical Advice

Cursing at Crass, Crude, Coarse Language

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“F!*king b!tch better not say-”

“We talked about how cursing affects others’ thoughts and perceptions about the person mouthing off,” I reminded the person seeking advisement from me, “and Mr. Smith (an authority figure) can hear you from here. Tone it down.”

And Mr. Smith can hear you-blah, blah, blah,” the client mocked back, “Everyone’s always trying to get me to stop using foul language. Whatever.”

Come on,” I replied off-handedly, “how is this showing you have the upper hand or proving to yourself that you’re ready to be taken seriously by anyone else?”

Sometimes, it’s necessary to engage one in fruitless battle or temporarily retreat. Not in defeat, but realizing the other person is not ready or willing to work on goals, to feel vulnerable enough to grow and change. Most people understandably stick with what they know. We learn acceptable ways to communicate from what surrounds us in our homes, community, and social norms prominently displayed through pop culture with television, hit songs, and frequently used slang. This is a heavy foundation to turn over.

I realize people use curse words without much or any negative outcome. I’m not excluding myself from this group either. However, the stubborn habit (used in this case to feel in control to cover up vulnerability, uncertainty, and anxiety) will create future complications if exercised restraint is not learned. Unfortunate words often tumble out impulsively and that knee-jerk reaction will mean the difference between getting hired, retaining employment, or making a relationship last one day. I feel cursing is fine, but only when carefully used in proper settings.

Therapeutic goals often focus on strengthening executive functioning in those with developing or impaired frontal lobes. Freud may have recognized this area of the brain as the Superego, though his insistence on the unconscious skews this possibility a bit. The frontal lobe is a brain cortex responsible for many functions, including impulse control and higher thinking. Yet, clinicians still need a willing audience to craft and install a verbal filter in someone. I’m willing to take the time to build one from scratch, but only if met halfway.

I restored my waning patience by recalling ridiculous online lingo and thinking of a related book review I wrote a few months back. I thought about the English language and how society ended up hacking away letters in favor of shortening time needed for communication, a new shorthand system. I tried cursing in my head, then internally smirked at the thought of cursing because someone cursed. I wondered how our society may differ if only we paused before reacting with equally harsh words. I felt frustrated with this task and the individual’s resistance, but not discouraged. All of this happened in the minutes between my question and waiting for a response.

Consistency is key. Waiting for the person to respond is important. Gears turn at different speeds. I let the person think my question over. The best work occurs in moments of silence. They only responded as our time ran out and they turned to leave with an accepting nod, broad smile, and two words:

“Thank you.”

I exhaled and felt encouraged. There is hope for insight. Always.

Embracing Your Label

Every person you know has one recognizable quirk or trait. A label. We can’t build relationships without bridging connections between someone’s face and something memorable about them, for good or bad. We all have a dramatic friend, bossy acquaintance, funny co-worker, or relative with that slightly unique habit, interest, or downright unbelievable belief. We’re one or more of those things to someone else. Descriptions about people are not always the same across varied settings; it really depends on the person evaluating the other, what they feel is the most pertinent information or individualized factoid, how the nickname or trait became known (what were the circumstances?), and the environment. Here are a few favorite labels gifted to me:

At a past gig, I spent half my time in an office with a large window next to my desk. I started in late summer and the window let in abundant natural light. Or so I believed. My supervisor and colleagues used to get their daily kick by walking slowly toward me and flipping on the light switch with a flourish before laughing and walking away. I was known as the one (possibly a vampire) who likes to sit in the dark.

Lately, a dear colleague jokes with me because I occasionally wear a leather jacket and talk about playing drums. This amuses her because she thought my demeanor was meek and rather quiet, aligning well with my interests in website design, social media, and self-appointed tasks to set up her Gmail contact lists and troubleshoot her computer. She also worked late once and heard beautiful ballads and riffs by AC/DC filtering out from my work station. I am now known as the studious techie who used to be quiet, but is really a rebellious rocker chick by night.

Most recently, I spent some time with another staff team that prefers to regularly order delivery food for lunch. Instead of partaking in this ritual, I bring a microwaveable bowl of soup to keep my already curvy figure and budgeted wallet in check. Plus, I’m just a sucker for some broth to soothe my throat at lunch time from talking all day with clients. They affectionately call me the Soup Lover.

 

When I was a teenager, my hair reached my hips and I wore oversized hoodies, plaid pajama pants, and indulged in my insomnia by learning HTML. Today, my hair is shorter, I lounge in casual wear only when time permits (see: Sunday mornings), people pay me to code and counsel, and unfortunately, I wake up early despite any late night tendencies. My best friend and mother are astonished, yet relieved pleased by these (wardrobe) developments.

Who am I, really? All of the above and more. I really enjoyed sitting by a window with natural sunlight pouring onto my desk. I certainly find release in pounding on a drum kit and listening to rock music. Soup is delicious. I prefer lounging to corporate wear, but learned to appreciate the sunrise as well as the sunset.

Personal traits are not static or permanently defining, but progressive, multifaceted, and developmental. No one can escape being categorized, but you can mold your reputation, embody your values, and change, grow, and laugh along the way.

9 Steps to Impress your Audience

You’re reading this in preparation for an upcoming presentation in front of live, breathing, staring people. Don’t panic! Here are nine tips to control those sweat glands and get a round of applause when it’s over.

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Rebus, Stay Away from my Candy

Rebus puzzles use pictographs to represent syllabic sounds. Thanks, Wikipedia.

I understand the concept. My teachers loved these things; they used up time in the last week of school each year when everyone’s brains checked out (though this usually began after Easter break and carried on through June).

Yet, these puzzles seem a bit misplaced, if not downright dull on Dots: Tropical Flavor candy boxes:

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The Detector Cried Out, “Murderer!”

BEEP. Half a breath. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Two prolonged seconds. Repeat.

The sound continued to echo off the high ceilings, skidding down the heat pipes, and vibrated against the windows. It didn’t make sense.

Our neighbors heard it too, but did not know where it was coming from. I felt like there was one large joke and our ears were the punchline. We checked the bedroom. The kitchen. The hallway. The ceiling.

I was going mad in a place where everyone else heard the same hallucinations.

Then, we checked the garbage, stared in disbelief, and laughed.

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An Irresponsible Splurge vs. Losing my Marbles

This is a needs vs. wants dilemma. Frequent readers of this humble blog probably know how much I love music. In fact, these musical instruments and related items fill my home*:

  • Keyboard
  • Multicolored xylophone bells for children
  • Hand percussion (tambourines, sleigh bells, maracas, bongos)
  • At least one functioning guitar and several defunct others on stands
  • An amp
  • Full-sized violin
  • Effect pedal
  • Snare drum
  • Hi-hat with tambourine tree
  • Snare brushes and countless and a few pairs of drumsticks
  • A USB condenser microphone

Hammered by the Beat

It’s easy to run on autopilot. People are habitual creatures, usually. Most of us seek stability and a predictable pattern, a recurrent rhythm develops in even the most chaotic lifestyles. Expectations form.

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Items that didn’t make the Hurricane Evacuation Bag list

It’s painful, but with Hurricane Irene threatening to blow out the place, there’s really no choice but for me to leave some treasured belongings behind. I’m not one of those selfish fools who refuses to evacuate if it becomes necessary.

I wish I could bring some of the following items, but they aren’t really on the top of my survival must-have list:

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Don’t Grind Your Teeth

It is a quick scene in recollection-

Nonna’s powdery perfume hangs thick in the summer air. Her warm hands are smooth, yet feel like papier-mache on the palms, as she envelopes one of my  small ones in both of hers.

We are standing on the front porch. It is near evening and the humidity is subsiding. The local sparrows titter in the nearby pine trees, settling in for the night. My free hand grasps the rusty railing tightly.

A recent event burdens my young shoulders.

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Prepare yourself for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Pt II (film)

It may seem trivial to some, but my generation grew up with Harry Potter. I was 11 when Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Philosopher’s Stone released in the U.S.

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