I’ve got the Lae & Order theme playing in my head now.
this is empathy my dude
I’ve got the Lae & Order theme playing in my head now.
Is the sense of relief in part due to his age? 25 years means something different to a guy in his 20s than in his 40s. To me it seems like an extremely long time in either case.
I don't really have to imagine myself in his position to experience the emotion coming from him though. That's what's kinda surreal about it. It's just such a
Maybe it's kinda like talking to someone walking who has just almost been hit by a car (like maybe if I saw it happen or was able to speak with them seconds afterwards). I don't have to even empathize to feel/see/experience their relief.
i'm curious what the effect of 10 years vs. 25 years re: deterrence, rehabilitation, or public safety
The United States Sentencing Commission's studies have indicated that 10 years is a "tipping point." A sentence of less than ten years has a relatively diminished impact on recidivism. Once you hit the 10 year mark, a longer sentence has diminishing returns.
It's so hard (when selecting a sentence), because there is a population of people that once they enter prison for anything more than 3 years, they have a REALLY hard time shaking off the lessons learned in institutionalization. Turn out, when you're around felons all day, every day, it's hard not to be influenced by that.
Federal Judges have some very ugly decisions to make. I would never want to do it.
I don't understand empathy as having to place yourself in someone's shoes
just sharing their emotional experience
yeah, i wasn't even thinking about the effects of being institutionalized -- seems like a self-defeating system
kudos and vibes for navigating it every day
It is one of the strangest things to sit with a man who you've just told will be in prison for 25 years and you're both happy that it wasn't longer. Bittersweet isn't the right word, it's more like overwhelming relief. I don't really feel the emotion first hand - I'm not going to prison - but the emotion coming from the other person is so strong that it just washes over me. Infectious relief? Second hand emotion?
My wife hit a bird with her minivan this morning and called me up crying.
Wife (through tears) "I'm going to be home in a few minutes and I think I hit a bird. I see feathers coming from up in the grill. Can you please be ready in the driveway to check?"
She pulls up and, sure enough, there is a bird (6-8 inches?) visible in her grill. Head caught in the grill, rest of body just hanging lifelessly out the front... legs dangling where you can clearly see.
We were still on the phone at this point and when she saw the confirmation in my face that she did, indeed, hit and kill a bird, she started hysterically bawling.
So I took a couple of yard tools that I have and gently removed the bird and tossed it into the woods behind our house.
It was a very odd mix of me feeling really bad for her (and the bird) in that moment and also thinking it was absolutely fucking hilarious. Funny only because she had called and warned me about maybe hitting a bird and then when she came around the corner it could not have been more obvious that a dead bird was hanging in front of her car. But maybe you had to be there.
Anyway, that's what happened this morning. Perk of working from home.
It is one of the strangest things to sit with a man who you've just told will be in prison for 25 years and you're both happy that it wasn't longer. Bittersweet isn't the right word, it's more like overwhelming relief. I don't really feel the emotion first hand - I'm not going to prison - but the emotion coming from the other person is so strong that it just washes over me. Infectious relief? Second hand emotion?
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