Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth. —Oscar Wilde.
Fuck that! Wearing a mask and being myself. I’ve never worn a mask and I’ve always been myself. Although my face may change and “myself” is something different every day, what you see is what you get.
I totaled my car last night and woke up in jail this morning. I meditated for the first time when I woke up, sitting on my cot in the cell. A guard walked by and asked if I was alright. I didn’t even open my eyes I just said, “I’m meditating.”
Going into it, as is the case a lot of times, my imagination was on fire. Then, as it started to subside, I heard it start to rain outside. It was cool and just a little humid. Although I favored my mantra and “came in and out” I was aware of other people snoring and coughing.
My first time in jail and after what I guess was about twenty minutes, I came out and thought, wow, this is so beautiful. Jail? Or maybe, I was safe. I was alive. My life had changed, as it has before, forever.
The first thing my attorney said when he got there was that I should start going to Alcoholics Anonymous meetings. Like I said, I have to agree with Mr. Wilde, as this is how most people operate,, but I do not like to be anonymous.
What you see is what you get!