Reason I Love Tyler #77

Tyler *#$&ing Swears

I swear. I swear every damn day. I have since I was a ridiculously small child. My father swears constantly, and therefore, I picked up a few choice words much to my mother's dismay. My father encouraged my swearing, cultivated it. He thought it was funny and more importantly, a reflection on him. Any child of his should swear, wear tie-dye, ride motorcycles, drink beer, listen to classic rock, etc.

I picked up on a few of these, but swearing came the easiest. When I was about ten or so, my dad told me I was allowed to swear as long as I didn't say "fuck" or "cocksucker". That was it. Every other swear word was on the table. I respected my father's wishes and kept it PG-13 until my sophomore year of high school.

Swearing is a habit of mine. Some would say a bad habit. And you know what I say to them? A cheerful "fuck you", of course. So if I was ever going to spend the rest of my life with someone, he would have accept my swearing and hopefully swear himself so I wouldn't feel like a bad person. Luckily, Tyler swears. I know I'm not asking for the moon here, but Tyler swearing is important. It comes down to common ground. Having this in common will make life better, easier, and more comfortable. We share this "bad habit" and are "bad" together. We're on the same team. I imagine this is how religious people feel, when they find someone who believes in the same exact things. Tyler and I attend the Bitchen Badass Church of Fucking Hell Yeah. You and your S.O. have to share some things, and this is one I'm glad Tyler and I do.