Sitting here on our front porch, there is rarely an hour that passes when someone(s) doesn’t go by spewing a whole string of “adjectives” and expletives that have no reference points in which one can decide what the conversation is about.
Whether from one person to another or speaking very loudly on their cell, [which is the most prevalent case], there is no way I, an educated person of yesteryear can transpose the language into something remotely intelligent much less understandable.
As for myself, sure. On the occasions when I hurt myself or make a major blunder, the severity of the deed is the deciding factor as to whether I say dern or d**m, etc
Now, have I cursed when I’m EXTREMELY angry? Yup. Got to admit to that one.
Notably, I spent my stint in the military during a time when as a 17 year old, the drill sergeants taught us how to wreck things, kill people and the fine art of cursing which at the time, seemed like a good mixture since one rarely goes without the other.
That said, even during those days, we still knew that those words were never to be used in front of the fairer sex and rarely even in a conversation with fellow males.
“It’s better to be thought of as a fool than to open one’s mouth and prove it”.