The Joys of Solitary Confinement Which Were Experienced in Kings County Jail; Kathleen’s Words of Wisdom; A Voice Mail to a Precious Man; Poof is Apparently Not aa Word.

So I was escorted to Kings County Jail by the Port of Seattle Police Department. In case any Gentle Readers doubt my veracity a photograph of the tag from my hand luggage is attached showing that the atrocity took place on September 23, 2019. They dumped me off at the jail or prison or whatever you call it. It could also be correctly called Hell. I was brutally escorted to a room, a cell. I was never given a phone call to tell anyone where I was. I effectively disappeared off the face of the earth and since I am so stridently independent no one would even figure out that I was missing. My wonderful personal trainer was worried sick when I did not show up at my appointment but she knew no one in my life and could do nothing to find out what was going on. I was kept in that cell, well it was a room with a window in solitary confinement from about midnight to about 5:30 p.m. There were no clocks so it was impossible to tell time or to know what was going on. I was briefly taken to ‘court’ but never appeared before the Judge. More about that later. At one point in the afternoon I was given two pencils and three complaint forms. I filled out the forms but no one collected them. I smuggled them out so I have evidence that I was there.

Perhaps veracity shall be the word of the day. It is a noun as you can see with the following synonyms; truthfulness, truth, accuracy, accurateness, correctness, exactness, precision, preciseness, realism, authenticity, faithfulness, fidelity; reputability, honesty, sincerity, trustworthiness, reliability, dependability, scrupulousness, ethics, morality, righteousness, virtuousness, decency, goodness, probity. ANTONYMS falsity. (They expressed doubts about the veracity of the story, )

I scrupulously tell this tale. There was an intercom but it appeared not to work as there was never any response and banging on the door with my shoe brought no response either. So I was utterly alone with no one to talk to and no way to get out. It was hell, it was solitary confinement. It turns men mad and women and children and probably dogs crazy. But not me. I spoke of this horror with my friend Kathleen and later we emailed. She is absolutely brilliant, I do hate it when people are smarter than I am but occasionally I can be humble. This is what she said when I told her that this enforced solitude forced me to examine my life and certain changes are going to be made, and in fact, have already been made.

She: Therein, lies the greatest epiphany and wisdom for self. Many prisoners of war, after being secluded in solitary have reported much the same sentiment as yours….and they went on to be great leaders in their own lives, living by example more of what they wanted to see in behaviours etc. in the world. Thus, creating chain reactions of positivity, while not denying what they saw and the treatment they endured by those mortals who were acting despicably, due to their own limited understandings of themselves and their societies in which they operated, , but rose above it all within themselves, and shared the facts when they felt it would be a good time for themselves to share them.

Me: You are such a gift to me Kathleen, such a gift. You are so brilliant, well informed and incisive……I hate it when you are smarter than me. Hahahahaha.

What changes have already taken place? I am not so hard on myself. I never before realized that I strive constantly for perfection from me and hence other people. It is why I am so horribly impatient. My new self even called and left a voice message to a poor precious man who puts up with my impatience quite patiently. I laughingly apologized to him. He is SO sweet. I do tell him so but usually after I have been most impatient with him and I am forced to say I am sorry. Here is more living proof of my new self; I am still in bed in my pyjamas and it is 13:30 (Military time which is how they tell time in London and I am going back there to live.) There are things I should be doing but if I am imperfect than others can be so too. Poof, do I ever like that word! I looked it up, it seems it is not a word. Oops

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