This culprit was incredibly easy to find since I delve into it quite religiously and have for as long as I can remember. No, no, no, I'm not talking about booze here people. Believe me I do not need to imbibe to speak freely or filthy. I'm talking about fiction. You see - I've been reading since
Well, anyway, that's how I remember it. (I'll address how reading altered my reality and my memories in a later post.)
So, how did my reading influence my inability to discriminate appropriate conversational topics? Sit and think about it for a minute: when you are constantly deluged with information it becomes second nature to want to disuss it. Not only do you want to discuss it, but also you are able to discuss it because you've lost a sense of reality. Please don't get me wrong: I'm not saying that I'm solely reading romance novels when all they do is talk about some handsome guy's quivering member. Quite honestly, I don't even enjoy reading novels like that (okay, maybe I like them a little). I'm just saying that when you read Are You There God, It's Me Margaret at the age of eight (maybe nine) you start to think it's okay to tell your dad you'll meet him in the car in a few minutes because you have to change your tampon.