It’s one vice I don’t like. I’ve been trying to break the habit for years, and I have succeeded quite a bit.
On a day-to-day basis I swear much less than I used to, but when I’m around someone who does swear unreservedly I slip back into old habits. I’m not adverse to the odd four-letters when I bang my knee on the desk or fall down a step and injure my leg five ways to Sunday, but that seems like an emergency sort of situation. Some people have emergency credit cards for when they’re out of funds; there’s emergency language when something bad happens.
Smoking is the second one I dislike. Especially at uni, where there are signs saying Smokefree and yet there’s people huddled on the corner polluting the air. I get it, you want to smoke, but do it elsewhere. I actually feel a little sick at the smell of smoke – there, no smoking for me, ever – and so if you’re around me smoking and I have the energy, you can expect a glare from me.