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Coprolalia

Welcome to an unknown psychiatric syndrome, which cripples a lot of teenagers as soon as they move away from home. If you still doubt my claims, I shall recommend that you peek into any ordinary college bitching about professors, courses or tests. The level of obscenity in all these are far beyond the actual intentions of the teenagers or so to say young adults (this sounds like an oxymoron). Often, my friends would say, their address to mother or sister is only to trigger a sense of disgust in the listener because they are pretty immune to the other (non-obscene) ones. Well, it could be the case, but we must look into this psychological behavior of this specific age group with some more caution.
One of the first causes of these could be a severe restriction prevalent in society when someone intends to talk about sex. This leads to two bad outcomes, namely, the first is that the 
teenagers get to know about stuff from a highly unauthenticated and filthy atmosphere, which in turn maims the foundational attitude to sex education. The second is that the only time adults refer to sex in the presence of young children is often in verbal outbursts. These are often linked to a significant cause of Coprolalia, and why young adults believe you are more effective if your slang is… dirty.
The second and further alarming cause could be the presence of sexual frustration among this age group, which may arise due to a lack of companionship or, often, due to peer interaction (pressure). What makes this problem grave is that the outcomes can be disastrous if the levels of frustration go too high. Along with it could lead to (what we state as immoral) habits of porn, prostitution, etc
Well, to readers who have detected themselves free of this;
 Often, your words are a reflection of your thoughts; steer clear of all this.

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