Golly
I realized, through careful observation during the last two weeks, that my roommate will not, under any circumstances, resort to any foul language. In place of the old sailor standbyes, he'll utter an exaggerated "golly" (pronounced GAWL-LYY, with an accent over both syllables) in times of dire stress. To me, this sort of restraint is both admirable in its unerring execution, yet almost ridiculous in its logic. Why chain yourself to such a limited array of exlamation? If the only expressive word you use is "golly," how do you express anything other than mild surprise? This could create tension in intimate relationships.
Also, for a spectator, it sometimes creates a queer dichotomy between expectation and reality.
Imagine, for instance, the glorious smell of microwaving pasta fills your room. You waited all day for this; hunger's evil reign over your body will soon come to an end. The microwave door, however, is troublesome, and you beat at it crudely, driven by the gnawing impatience of your hunger. The door swings open, and out comes the pasta, glistening with cooked deliciousness, straight to the grimy carpet, and onto your freshly drycleaned pair of interview pants. A slow burning disbelief is ignited from deep within the bowels of despair, exploding outward into anger, and then suddenly all consuming rage. As a seismoplastic blast of injustice manifests itself into spoken word, what bursts forth from your lips to avenge this cruel fate??? "Golly."
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Holy Jesus-fucking Godshit. I don't know how he does it.
Also, for a spectator, it sometimes creates a queer dichotomy between expectation and reality.
Imagine, for instance, the glorious smell of microwaving pasta fills your room. You waited all day for this; hunger's evil reign over your body will soon come to an end. The microwave door, however, is troublesome, and you beat at it crudely, driven by the gnawing impatience of your hunger. The door swings open, and out comes the pasta, glistening with cooked deliciousness, straight to the grimy carpet, and onto your freshly drycleaned pair of interview pants. A slow burning disbelief is ignited from deep within the bowels of despair, exploding outward into anger, and then suddenly all consuming rage. As a seismoplastic blast of injustice manifests itself into spoken word, what bursts forth from your lips to avenge this cruel fate??? "Golly."
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Holy Jesus-fucking Godshit. I don't know how he does it.