The Sheer Benefits of Swearing: Art and Objective

It was the resplendent night of December 31st, 2016; the last night of the year wrapping up its affairs. The glitz and glamour of the stars on that deserted sky was a perspective waiting to be painted as masterpieces, sung as wistful melodies, and  uninhibited cavort. the place.... Mhow; every army wife's definition and description of paradise. Why? I'll cover that epic saga later.
Idyllic.... Shangri La (again pun unintended)
and yet I was upset; to put it mildly. On that night of New Year Eve, I was in fact desolate, miserable and tenebrous despite the glitz and glam engulfing me. Why because FAMILY....  on that significant, commercially detonating eve; I was all alone. Sans family, sans friends,. Acute case of stimulus hunger, recognition hunger and structural hunger; so starved in every possible way. Actually now as I think about it, so were my taste buds; and those who know me are well aware this invokes an inimical persona I happen to resemble. But that seemed trifle in comparison to the other "starvations" i was tormented with. 
Now tears come easy to me, like my husband, totally at beck and call. But that night was the night of abandonment.... so my tears followed suit. They didn't turn up.
So I thought; and then reflected, and I researched..... and then finally came the Eureka moment.
Eureka for me spelled as Lalochezia. (lal'ō-kē'zē-ă)
The medical dictionary defines it as, Emotional discharge gained by uttering indecent or filthy words [G. lalia, speech + chezo, to relieve oneself].
The source was a very interesting book: Black Sheep: the hidden benefits of being bad BY Richard Stephens

Mr. Stephens predicament was just one: 

"Why people swear in response to pain?"

Intrigued, I found company in the journey of Mr. Stephens, fuelled by my own disinterest in my situation.

So There were 3 researches that he conducted before he found an answer befitting his endeavour. 

Premise: Swearing results from "disinhibition". almost like intoxication; ideas we may consider gauche, inappropriate, garbage in a pool of muck; may begin to flow like a clear creek.

Research:

1. Swearing reduces pain perception during "ice bucket challenge" accelerates heart rates, produces "stress induced analgesia" which forms a part of our 'fight or flight' response.

2. Daily or habitual swearing reduces the analgesic impact of swearing.... so like all other NSAID, swearing should not be practised on a daily basis, but should be activated only during really stressful situations.

3. Aggression leads to increased pain tolerance. So when you swear as a response to aggression or vice versa, your heart rate remains elevated for longer and hence your pain tolerance continues for a longer duration. 

In nutshell, swearing enhances aggression, sets off the flight or flight response and thus helps withstand pain..... and that is the story of Lalochezia

Having done with the terminology, I take the liberty to get back to my story. 
So on that dreary and desolate night of December 31, 2016; I took a new year resolution.... a worthwhile one in a long time..... and one I  manage to consistently try to pursue even though its 5th month of the year. I enrolled myself for an intensive course on choicest profanities; to use and misuse in times of dire need. I swear to swear with abandon before the next  resplendent new year eve arrives.

Cicero's Redamancy

The word that’s been recurring in my prefrontal cortex since yesterday is redamancy. So I decide to get rid of it; drag and drop it to the Hippocampus. At least put a pin on it and see if it stays.

Redamancy is a latin word, one of many beautiful words we owe to Cicero (Marcus Tullius Cicero), a Roman politician and lawyer. I think these are the two professions that indisputably carry the gift of gab, and are licensed to contort and chisel language as they choose to. So Cicero by sheer virtue of his talent augmented by his profession evolved in to one of the greatest orators of first century B.C. Rome. 

Quintilian (Marcus Fabius Quintilianus), Roman rhetorician, asserted that Cicero was 'not the name of a man, but of eloquence itself'. and here in lies the origin of two more words that can 'indirectly' be attributed to Cicero: 

Ciceronian: eloquence &

Cicerone: local guide

Coming back to redamancy or "the act of loving in return", originates from classic latin word "redamo" meaning "I requite love"

The root word is "red" (pun unintended). 'Red' here means 'response'; an archaic form of "re", which preceded a vowel (the word for which btw is PREVOCALIC); indicates 'response'  in contemporary English.

so red becomes the root word of many such words as:

Redact: To censor, or to black out or remove parts of a document; edit

Redigere/ Redigo: to lead back, to reduce to a certian state (red: back + agere: to put in motion)

Redivivus: to revive or to bring back to life (my personal favourite after redamancy)

Redintegro: to restore or to renew

Redeem: From Redimo meaning buy back, and also rescue

Ending with a beautiful thought by Cicero:

Love (amor) from which the word 'friendship' (amicitia) is derived, not the other way around.

Point to ponder

Bbye, or as it's said in Latin ........ Vale

a love like none other

There isn't a heart 
that grows apart
and "alters when alterations finds."
To quote Shakespeare,
 and all our fears, 
that grows within
though remain sublime.

The affections and affectations 
of soul and mind.
The ardor that always abides.
I desist, it impels;
I deride, it excels.
It is myself; the other kind,
the true love, the redamancy.
I love me, like me, like none other,
my nit; my wit;
my virtues, my vice;
that nurture me and seldom falter.
it is my self; my inner self.

Beginning of a journey: EQ

One of the biggest tragedies of my life was having siblings, 1; and 2, having an excellent bonding with them. The two siblings that I have, fulfilled almost every emotional need I encountered in my life; especially that of a friend. In fact like a true friend I found them holding a gun in my every fight; and like a family holding a magnifier to all my faults. And I earnestly believe that finding closest friends in your siblings can be quite unfortunate; primarily because you end up with those people as friends with whom you happen to share not just your strengths and weaknesses; successes and failures; but also childhood, clothes, parents and even genes. If that does not make life complicated what does!!! So it wasn’t strange that none of us siblings made “many” friends outside the family circle. But we did make a few. And this is where it gets weird. We pulled the best friends we had in the family circle… or as I choose to call it now, the scare sphere. We married our respective best friends. So now we actually don’t know what skeletons may tumble down the closet, which annoying potty training incident may become a topic of detail discussion at family gatherings.

So it came as a revelation to me, a moment of reevaluation for all my life choices; when my baby brother (he actually turned 32 last year); remarked that I have a low EQ. And; the next one remarking that “sis has improved on it now”. And all this as a prequel to a family gathering; on a conference call planning it. So this is why I call the “sibling bonding” as unfortunate. Because now I find myself looking for the term EQ; and reading this heavy (both literally and figuratively) book on EQ.

and so I begin, a journey to understand and "improve" EQ: