That’s a tough call for me. On the one hand, I’ve gone 47 years without going to jail. I don’t necessarily want to break my streak. But, I could meet some interesting people and possibly learn some valuable life skills I’d otherwise not have access too. This is not counting the possibility of getting hurt while in prison. I would also miss my kids, and they would surely miss me. The of course, depending on why I went in the first place, it may make seeing my kids after I am released difficult.

On the other hand, when you go to sleep you typically don’t notice the passing of time. Ten years in the blink of an eye? That much closer to “the end”, without the drama and effort? That’s pretty tempting. But again, I’d miss a lot of my kids’ life; I’d certainly lose out on teaching them how to shave or how to drive a car. I’d miss their first loves, first heart breaks. They would worry about me, whether I’d wake up or not. Then I’d have to relearn how to use my body again. I’d have to reorient myself back into society.

Hmm. If I were able to choose, that’s certainly a difficult decision to make.