When I was maybe 14 years old (or some age around then), I went with my mother and brother to visit Frances at Bedford Hills Correctional Facility. The only thing I took from that visit was that visiting a prisoner made me feel like I, too, was a prisoner, that the COs were the nastiest most miserable people on Earth and that I never again for as ( Read more... )

I crave knowledge yet am embarassed when I learn some tihings. Instead of taking the knowledge and accepting it I beat myself up internally for not knowing beforehand. "You should have known." I think the notion of "common sense" is such a fucked up concept and has contributed to this silliness I have. Yet I can't shake it.