Today was it, time me arraignment; be it good or bad.
The court room is full of people, booked from 9:00 til 1:30. It was very hectic and I almost broke down two times with a panic attack. I couldn’t tell what was imaged or real. I was overwhemled with such flying through my mind and images of the accident flickering. I was ever so nervous. Many of the people had their license revoked, some for DUI charges, some people remanded to county Jail, any from 10 days to 60 days Probably a dozen people didn’t show up and now have an arrest warrant. I had no idea how much traffic violations. The way I figure, since I had tickets that might have tried to charge the (213 - red light violation) and a (166 - failure to yield to a pedestrian). So at this point, I’m about reaching my limit… all i could think about was escaping to a safe place with noise, no light, just emptiness. Am I going to jail? Am I going to remnaded to the county jail? Large fines? Community service and so on. My mind was overrun by my own sanity, or rather my lack. I can still hear the voices, I can see all faces staring me; all reaching out to steal lifeless soul. Did I mention that I’m crazy, and that today shook my ability to remain composed.
I was the only person in the court room that was clean cut, tie and vest included. So that gave some encouragement since most of people the in the court room look like they needed to be there!
So it was my time at the podium….
Three otions: not guilty, no contest, and alas….guilty. I plead guilty becuse i have values and a strong moral base. I don’t have any desire to defraud the system. I performed an illegal manuever, and will pay for. The charges remanded were reducued to $175 with no jail time, dismissal of the points (have to verify with DMV in a week) so, In the end, I think I faired pretty well.
Unfortunately the negative pessimistic voices are in full swing.. I even saw my coffee spill onto my laptop… but the cup is full the keyboard clean. I keep looking out my window to make sure people aren’t there, to get me. The whispering voices are talking to each other, about what to do to me… what punishment would be adequate.
Note: my proofing is pretty rough, was trying to get things out and typed up before my memory was glossed over. Maybe I’ll edit it sometime.