To kill a joke…ingbird.

Things can get over-used; it’s pretty much a fact of life. As the title suggests, jokes are usually killed in this manner. Muscles get tired through over-use, shoes get worn out, clichés are clichés because they are over-used. Over-used is getting over-used.

This principle, however, should not be liberally applied. You can never have too much proper fun, too many hugs, or smile too much.

The topic of this post, though, is not about any of those things. So, we’ll get to the point…

In part of my family, we have a label for what many people inherently do: swearing to relieve stress. Keeping our minds out of the gutter, the term is “fuck-therapy.” Sometimes, a good epithet is really the only solution.

If you’re thinking ahead, maybe you know where I’m going with this.

Fuck-therapy can be over-used. It loses its efficacy when every other word is a curse, and I’ve only really realized this in the wake of my serious cutback in swearing.

That could bring us to the larger issue of any therapy, whether it be medical or psychological, and the common tendency to over-medicate and/or over-compensate for any sort of “anomaly” in “standard” health. It happens in dentistry, medicine, psychiatry, and society in general. When the therapy becomes a habit, an addiction of sorts, is it really helping to alleviate anything?

With my über-application of fuck-therapy, I found that it caused more problems than it really solved. Excess is its own disease, folks.