red flags

Visiting someone you love while they are in prison pretty much sucks. There’s no getting around it. I think the part I hate the most, aside from seeing them in lockdown, is getting buzzed through the gates. They don’t even give you time to ring the bell. You walk up to the first gate and it buzzes and unlocks. The second gate opens on its own too. Someone somewhere is watching. They see everything.

Conversation is stilted by their embarrassment. Their fears at having you see them. Broken down. Small. Totally dependent on other people to let them eat, drink or go to the bathroom. Child-like.

And then there is the constant worry that someone has been totaling up the hours that I should be spending behind bars. (A strange game that a friend introduced to me: think about the times you’ve went over the speed limit, etc., and then try to total up all of the fines you haven't paid.) The hours I should spend rehabilitating, for my many infractions, both large and small.

I was exhausted by the time the visit was over. Not from the pale ale my friends and I drank late into the night. But from all of the nervous tension building up to the day. I mean. It’s just so hard. My back was aching. I know it’s not from sleeping on too many strange beds during vacation (but how I longed for the sinking comfort of my own bed by the end of my trip), but from my worry. My anxiousness.

We talked about things of consequence. We talked about violence behind bars. Walking back and forth in a confined space for hours at a time to calm down. Quash the angry rage. We discussed integrating back into society after being away for so long. And we talked about red flags.

Red flags. A term in “group” that signifies indicators that you are heading down the wrong path. That you may undo all of your good work. That you are crossing too many lines in the morality sands.

I wish that I had the presence of mind to identify my own red flags. To avoid dangerous situations that may prove harmful to me or to others. Here are a few red flags I thought about after my visit:

Very screwed up men. Brilliant, lovable men who are far too charismatic for my own good. Men who want to make me forget my definitions of morality. Men who make me want to save them, because with all of my love I know that I could. I really could.

But how many years should I get for falling for the wrong kind of man? Do I get a suspended sentence for stopping just short of doing something truly stupid? Do I receive one count for each bad relationship? Or do I get a compounded jail sentence for every stupid act?

How many years are in a life sentence, anyway?

People who want to use me. Drain me of my creativity and make me doubt myself, taking advantage of my goodness. Generally lead me astray while sapping me of my individual strengths. I’m a good “judge” of character, but even I have been fooled. Do I get time off for not returning phone calls? For cutting them out of my life?

My addictive personality. Throughout my life I’ve struggled with addictions. To alcohol. To other people. If I promise to try to stick to three beers or frozen drinks will the court be more lenient? What if I promise not to get caught up in the moment but to slow down, stop being so impulsive, and to really think. About my actions. How they affect me, and how they affect other people.

Is that considered “rehabilitation?”

The list goes on and on. I know my rights. I’m allowed a fair trial just like every other half-wit who thinks and acts with her heart, gets silly drunk or makes bad decisions. But who will be my judge? Is it you? Is it me?

And finally…. If I really and truly rehabilitated. If I could prove to the court that I’ve learned my lesson and that I won’t repeat my past mistakes. Will I be half as interesting as I am now?

Comments

Brian Griffin said…
Introspective. Do we need to start paying blogger for the therapy blogging provides by getting things out of our minds and inside the consciousness of the sphere'o blog? Or is it just me who does that with his blog? :)

Ok, totally unrelated: the "word" on the "word verification" for posting this comment is "zoezitfy" I here do forthwith claim that word for use in the future in some slick creative way. I will surely not find a creative way to use it, but I shall try.
Lisa said…
p.s.,

I am introspective. too introspective sometimes. I promised a reader that I would post something "light" but oops! ended up with this one instead.

You're not alone! Writing is the only thing that keeps me sane, probably.

sincerely,

Zoe Zitfy
Anonymous said…
"If I could prove to the court that I’ve learned my lesson and that I won’t repeat my past mistakes. Will I be half as interesting as I am now?"

This brings up a couple of questions that need asking:

a) Interesting to whom?

b) Why do you care?

My read is that any rational egoist doesn't live his or her life in order to be interesting to others, but rather to further their own rationally held values.

Basically, you're "supposed" to live your life in a manner that makes YOU happy. You have no business worrying about those people who don't find that interesting.

I believe that if many of us would quit worrying about others (most of whom aren't worthy of that level of concern), and focus on what really makes us happy, we'd be much "fuller cups" and much better at giving to those who really matter to us.

And I really don't know where I get off acting like your blog therapist, but what the hell. With a little luck, you know enough about where I'm coming from that you won't be offended. And of not, well, I should be able to avoid meeting you long enough for you to forget.

:O

:D

Mark
Lisa said…
mark, I'm definitely not offended. I feel like I am putting it out there, so I deserve whatever I get back.

And I think I do know where you are coming from, you rational objectivist, you!

I don't really care what people think about me. Well, except for my mom.

But I sometimes wonder if I would be very interesting if I were more "together," e.g., if I lost all of my weird quirks, cleaned up my problems, etc., wouldn't that make me kind of dull? Whatever would I write about? Do you see what I mean?

Now I know I promised you something funny, so we could stop being so serious all the time. I am going to get on that today.
Anonymous said…
I like heavy. ;)

and evidently hijacking other folks bog posts. :O

But here's a funny truism:

If you want to be "interesting" to people, encourage them to talk abut themselves. THAT'S what's really interesting to them! :LOL:

Personally, I find people who are passionate about what they do and who are intelligent about doing it to be interesting, generally. If they think I'm great, I REALLY think they're interesting!
Lisa said…
p.s.,

I am introspective. too introspective sometimes. I promised a reader that I would post something "light" but oops! ended up with this one instead.

You're not alone! Writing is the only thing that keeps me sane, probably.

sincerely,

Zoe Zitfy

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