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Originally Posted by chopstick
What is the lesson you learned?
More than one, for sure.
I don't like law enforcement, in general. I'm distrustful of authority. But I think this experience actually gave me more respect for cops and what they do. Like I said, I don't like police--but oddly, after being arrested and all this, I feel LESS like they're actually out to get me. I had to be the dumbest ******* ever, to get arrested.
It made me think a lot about community--the resources that were used to arrest and prosecute and incarcerate me. And meeting people in jail made me think more broadly about who is in the community, and what communities I am a part of.
I learned you never want to be in the system. That's its own hell. The endless forms and fines and fees and hearings and motions and pre-ordained outcomes and boxes to check ... It's awful.
I learned to remember that you can let emotions pass. There were certainly times I was emotional about the prospects of jail, or when I was in there, wondering if I'd made a mistake, or what it all meant, maybe I really was a huge ****up and terrible citizen. At home, in real life, when I feel ****ty I typically do something to feel better. But in jail, there was nothing I could do besides sit there and deal with it and wait for the moment to pass. And it did.
Oh, and never drink and drive.