I wouldn’t say I have a low tolerance level for people by nature. My patience at times can be pretty pristine. I can handle most people that others would consider  “unbearable.”

I pay no mind to people who smack their mouths around like goats when chewing food. I stray away from trampling the dreaded slow walker. I’m not disturbed by people who cut in line or follow too close when driving. I even refrain from rolling my eyes at the kid who asks one too many stupid questions in class (yes, there is a such thing as a stupid question).

I believe it to be indisputable that these are some of the worst people (yes, I know we all know people who match these descriptions, so stop pretending you don’t). However, the worst kind of person is the one who claims they don’t curse.

I didn’t realize how much this irked me until recently. While out with a group of friends, I found myself chatting with a group of people I didn’t know.

As I grew more comfortable with my new-found friends, my colorful vocabulary started to flow free. With my entire family being from Brooklyn, New York, I guess you could conclude that I was never really sheltered from profanities. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, in this instance.

In the midst of telling one of my famous overly-animated Ali stories, I dropped the “F bomb” without a second thought. As most of the group laughed at my story, I saw one of the group members tense up and roll her eyes.

With a disapproving look, the disgruntled girl snarled, “It really is unfortunate to me when people feel the need to use ‘bad words.’ It really takes away from their sophistication.”

Then and there it dawned on me. People who don’t use curse words are the absolute worst.

Cursing is a form of expression. It symbolizes passion in someone. We swear when we feel strongly about things. We use swear words when we are bruised emotionally and physically. We curse when we are mad, sad and even so happy about something we don’t know how to convey the extent of our joy without the use of a curse word. Others see it as offensive, I see it as an emphasis on expression. Which leads me to think those who substitute alternative euphemisms have stones as hearts.

Imagine how tasteless some of our favorite movies would be if no one cursed? Linda Blair wouldn’t have scared anyone when starring in “The Exorcist” if she was calling her priest a “jerk” instead of spewing out countless profanities. Clean versions of songs on the radio are painful enough, am I right?

These words aren’t just entertaining or a form of expression they are actually biologically proven to numb pain. According to “Nine Things You Probably Didn’t Know About Swear Words,” and article by Time Magazine, Swear words “are cathartic, helping people deal with emotion as well as pain” . Looks like I’ll cope with a bad toe stubbing much better than the judgy wench I met at the bar.

Many people that consider swear words a sort of “taboo” seem bland and less passionate than those who don’t. They come off ingenuine and almost masked. It’s hard not to assume those that reject using curse words aren’t judgmental. Trust me buddy, you’re no more elite than I because you chose to shout “jiminy cricket” instead of “shit” when you broke a nail. If anything you’re confirming you have no personality and probably go to sleep before 9.

Why would one purposely refrain from using these words? Some believe those who curse are ignorant or blatantly offensive. Sorry my vocabulary is colorful, that doesn’t mean I am any less intellectual than you are.

So save yourself the trouble. Stray away from those who consider swear words as taboo.

I’m not ignorant for cursing, I just have a fucking colorful vocabulary, okay?

Ali Schultz studies journalism. She can be reached at alexandraschultz@unr.edu and on Twitter @AliSchultzzz.