Being granted parole has an interesting affect on one’s social aspect. I find I now have three types of social interactions:
1. Endless questions about precisely what my parole letter said.
2. Awkward congratulations from people who are now reminded of their failed attempts at parole.
3. Jerks who want to push my buttons to see what happens when they provoke someone who absolutely will not respond physically.
And while even the #3’s of the world can’t take away this precious little piece of optimism, there are some things that now swerve me towards fits of panic. I heard recently hat a guy who had his case overturned about a year ago is back in reception. I guess they re-convicted him or reaffirmed his case. Either way, it doesn’t bode well for my appeals process.
But then I think of a time not that long ago when I wrote of meeting my 100 day milestone in here and I think about how I only have 200 days left. That first 100 days seems so long ago … didn’t I weather those 100 days just fine? Sure. And I’ll weather the next 200 days just fine as well. Come what may.