R.I.P. vs. RIP

 

            Nowadays people think they have the right to correct you in public- to be more exact on the world wide web. Why not send a message in private – a direct message or DM as said?

Whenever someone passes and are to my liking, I post a picture and write R.I.P. there are people who have the audacity to correct me and write RIP not R.I.P. – without the periods.

R.I.P. (with the periods) means rest in peace, which is what I am referring to in my post, while to rip means to pull apart; to tear or be torn violently and quickly according to the Cambridge online dictionary. Also, according to the Acronym Finder online there are hundreds of possibilities to RIP (without the periods), a few of which are:

Request in Process

Requirements Integration Panel

Research in Progress

Research Investigation Process (Analysis of Variance Science Education)

Residential Investment Property

Resin-In-Pulp

Respiratory Inductance Plethysmography (pulmonary ventilation)

Retirement Income Plan (finance)

Return If Possible

Return Instruction Pointer

            Just a tip, before correcting some one double check. Just Google it. I do make mistakes, but the point here is the boldness that people have to shame others. Sometimes I just delete the comment, however, when the person is polite enough to send me the correction via DM, I thank them and then correct my post. Kindness generates kindness.

So, remember, when someone passes away, we use R.I.P. ( with periods)

 

Written: January 14, 2023

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Writing

 

Writing your ideas down can be such an exasperating exercise some times. For me, I do it on a daily basis. However, not always do I have my computer at hand, therefore I need to type up what I write in a notebook. To be exact, several notebooks. I carry one with me in my purse for those minutes when something pops up out of the blue. There is also one on the bed-side table for those waking-up-startled stories. Not forgetting the voice recorder on my cell phone that comes in handy when bright ideas pop up while stuck in traffic. In this case, I must look like a lunatic just talking away to myself in the car.

Several times I have been asked when I write, if I have a routine, in the morning or at night. I truly wish I were so disciplined. I would love to wake up early and write for a period of time and then start the day off with my other tasks. Perhaps one day when I am old and gray and can live off the money I make from my writing – just throwing it out there so the universe can do its magic.

Reading for me comes first. I love reading and I read every day; every time I get a free moment. I try to vary between reading in English and reading in Portuguese. I read much faster in English; however, I feel that my Portuguese has improved tremendously by making it a habit. I have to confess though, that the classics in Portuguese are really hard for me, so I prefer to use audio books, they help a lot when it comes to pronunciation and I understand it better.

Maybe this is a way of creating a routine. Read, write, and post it to my blog.

Life carries on.

Written: April 21, 2023

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Drivers

 

Hate is the feeling that comes to my heart as I drive to school. Hate is a strong word and usually I do not use it. Perhaps I should choose the word loathe. There could be other substitutions for example, despise, dislike, detest, abominate, abhor, execrate – but for now I will use hate.

There are two kinds of drivers that I hate in traffic: motorcycle drivers and those drivers who do not use their signal lights before switching lanes. (If you drive in São Paulo, you understand why I dislike motorcycle drivers. If you do not, I apologize for the comment). Yesterday as I was peacefully driving home singing along with Taylor Swift on the radio, a huge black pick-up truck just squeezed in between my car and the truck in front of mine. No warning whatsoever. Just a step-on-the-brakes-quick woman moment. Ok, so I should be used to this kind of driver, however, what woke up the beast within, was the fact that he looked at me through his right-side mirror and smile.

What a blow below the belt! What was he expecting? A pat on the back that he committed such a stupid move, and I did not crash into him? Perhaps, I should have patted my own back for being a good driver? Maybe, he wanted to see me applaud him? What a courageous dude! His poor mother. I let out such a loud son of a bitch that it could be heard even though the car windows were shut. I wonder if his IQ is high enough to read my lips.

After a few meters he went back to the left lane. It seemed like he was out to play Mario Cart in real life. Lucky for me, I am good at the game.

 

Written: April 12, 2023

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