“I’d rather go to solitary” is said by people who have never had to endure it. Anyone who has actually been in solitary will agree that it was literal torture. For the first day, you’re just bored. By the third day, you’re hallucinating, seeing things crawling around in your peripheral vision and hearing whispers through the walls. By the end of the week, you’re having full blown conversations with ghosts, and can’t tell if you’re awake or asleep. You’re lucky if you haven’t seriously injured yourself by the end of it, because at least pain is stimulating. Then when the guard slides your food through the door slot after a week, they hear you screaming at ghosts and see the blood smeared across the wall, and casually add another week of solitary because you’re being uncooperative.
The human brain desperately craves stimulation. It craves stimulation so badly that when it can’t find any, it makes its own.
What if you just sit down on the ground and refuse to do anything? I’d rather go to solitary
“I’d rather go to solitary” is said by people who have never had to endure it. Anyone who has actually been in solitary will agree that it was literal torture. For the first day, you’re just bored. By the third day, you’re hallucinating, seeing things crawling around in your peripheral vision and hearing whispers through the walls. By the end of the week, you’re having full blown conversations with ghosts, and can’t tell if you’re awake or asleep. You’re lucky if you haven’t seriously injured yourself by the end of it, because at least pain is stimulating. Then when the guard slides your food through the door slot after a week, they hear you screaming at ghosts and see the blood smeared across the wall, and casually add another week of solitary because you’re being uncooperative.
The human brain desperately craves stimulation. It craves stimulation so badly that when it can’t find any, it makes its own.
Then they ask the next guy.
You will get beaten.