I met up with some friends at the bouldering gym this evening, and while we were sitting around staring balefully at a course that was defeating us (as one does), I explained to them that I was trying to get better about not actually swearing at the bouldering problems--or specific holds--when they were being troublesome. After all, no one else did, and it made me kinda self-conscious.
About fifteen feet to the left, a man fell off one of the walls, and shouted, "Fuck!"
"Okay," I said. "Less self-conscious now."
About fifteen feet to the left, a man fell off one of the walls, and shouted, "Fuck!"
"Okay," I said. "Less self-conscious now."