El Jabón (Repost)

El Jabón

Anyone who knows me well  knows that I don't really care for swearing. This is unfortunate, since I happen to go to college, and, as I've learned QUITE well in the year and a half I've been at TLU, swearing is something college students make liberal usage of.
Whenever someone swears often, it sends certain messages to me. It says this person either A) doesn't have a good vocabulary, B) has a good vocabulary but is too lazy to use it, C) has a good vocabulary but isn't creative enough to use it, or D) is doing it because it's considered "adult" or whatever.
Now I try not to judge. I know that in today's time, society considers swearing as morally problematic as gunning down Nazis in Call of Duty.

I know my friends are kind, intelligent human beings and not mentally challenged neanderthals.

So I've had to learn to get used to swearing, and thankfully most of my friends have been really nice and watched their language around me.
One of my coping  methods is to create an alternate persona. I do this a lot. One of my favorite pastimes is daydreaming, and as a result of this I've created for myself multiple alternate personae, most of which have super powers. Because having super powers would be pretty sick.
The persona I have constructed to deal with my issues with swearing is named:

Which is Spanish for "The Soap". Because he is holding a bar of soap. And is Spanish. Not really.
El Jabón was born out of one of my mental fantasies in which I attack people who are swearing profusely by washing out their mouths with a bar of soap. El Jabón speaks with the most fancy old-fashioned English words, and has inexplicably exceptional jumping skills. He can leap unscathed onto an unsuspecting foul-mouthed villain from several feet away. It's pretty legit.
Whenever I think of El Jabón, a particular situation comes to mind. I was walking across campus over to Seguin Hall. Ahead of me was a guy and two girls. One of the girls was apparently talking about someone she didn't like very much, because she insisted on repeating the same swear word over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over again when talking about said person. This would have been the perfect opportunity for El Jabón to spring into action. The scenario would probably have played out in a way similar to this:

In real life, though, I just sort of walked behind them and kept making weird twitching expressions with my face. It made me feel a little better.
But watch your tongues, students of TLU, or risk feeling the wrath of...
El Jabón! [insert dramatic Spanish guitar strumming here]

Old Stuff

Hey y'all. Niko here. As you can see, this is a new blog. Robots and Dragons 2.0. Now, I'd hate to overlook the original blog, as there were several posts on there that I really liked. So each week, I'm going to post one new post and one old post on here until I run out of old posts that I like. I'm not going to transfer every post, as some of them weren't that great. With that in mind, the next post on here will be the first Robots and Dragons post ever: El Jabon! Stay tuned ;)

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