Brazilians are commonly mistaken for being sexually liberal and open to everything. Except that the reality its a little different. For the most part, the openness is superficial, and in some matters, we're actually really uptight, (also depending where you were born/raised). I've lost track how many times people ask me if we can go topless at the beach, and I always get a curious reaction when I say that no, we can't go topless at the beach, and the woman who did try it, went to jail a few of years ago.
Although the world gets bombed with information about Carnival and all the nude bodies that represent it, or the people in tiny bikinis at the beach, on a daily life, an average person will wear normal jeans + shirt combo. The amount/ lack of clothes will depend on the climate of where the person lives in the country.
And it's also not allowed to get changed at the beach like I've seen in Europe years ago. Even this summer I saw this man undress at the beach, get dry and dressed in the middle of everyone. (Let's not even mention the naked bike riders that surround Vancouver every June, celebrating bike month) In Brazil everyone would stare, ask if the person was crazy, and call the cops. It's against our "moral" or "family values."
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
I'm not sure what
Robert Frost wanted to express with this poem. But I read it a long time ago, and it still means the same to me: My constant doubt between the choices I have. I only wish I could know which "road" to take before I make my choice. Most of the time, you'll only become aware of which road is less traveled after you've arrived at your destination.
I've been going crazy with something in the back of my head that I must deal with. Choices without a deadline are fine. But I'm approaching the end of the line, and I'll have to choose. Should I stay or should I go?
