Sometimes, i find myself whistling Kingdom Melody tunes and things and also i remember 'burnt into my head' many pictures of babylon the great, people falling down cracks in the earth and demons hit with lightning.
Anyone else?
by KW13 22 Replies latest jw friends
Sometimes, i find myself whistling Kingdom Melody tunes and things and also i remember 'burnt into my head' many pictures of babylon the great, people falling down cracks in the earth and demons hit with lightning.
Anyone else?
Sometimes on Saturday mornings I get up and start knocking on stangers doors, and then I am like "what am I doing?"
Sometimes on Saturday mornings I get up and start knocking on stangers doors, and then I am like "what am I doing?"
LMAO!
Sometimes on Saturday mornings I get up and start knocking on stangers doors, and then I am like "what am I doing?"LMAO!
DITTO
KW, yesterday I accidentally dumped a box of watchtowers down the stairs and as I picked them up, I sat on the stairs and cried. I think it was partially the following:
1) I was overly tired. That's often a factor in mini-breakdowns, in my case, anyway.
2) I was angry and frustrated that I have to waste time picking up such garbage when I have other things to do. And angry that I have six+ huge boxes full of JW literature and why can't I bring myself to throw it away?
3) I was very upset that I wasted so much time underlining in these stupid things and "studying" when I could have been pursuing an actual education.
4) As I picked up the mess (that I may have stomped on a few dozen times in my angry stupor) and saw all these overly-familiar pictures, it was so maddening that this stuff is stuck in my head like indelible marker on the poor-picked-on kid's forehead. When will this stuff go away? When will I truly be able to move forward?
I've heard from people who've been out for a long time that it does. So keep that in mind, KW, things will get better. This stuff won't be so vivid in our minds forever.
very funny mama, just dont knock on my door
KW, yesterday I accidentally dumped a box of watchtowers down the stairs and as I picked them up, I sat on the stairs and cried. I think it was partially the following:
1) I was overly tired. That's often a factor in mini-breakdowns, in my case, anyway.
2) I was angry and frustrated that I have to waste time picking up such garbage when I have other things to do. And angry that I have six+ huge boxes full of JW literature and why can't I bring myself to throw it away?
3) I was very upset that I wasted so much time underlining in these stupid things and "studying" when I could have been pursuing an actual education.
4) As I picked up the mess (that I may have stomped on a few dozen times in my angry stupor) and saw all these overly-familiar pictures, it was so maddening that this stuff is stuck in my head like indelible marker on the poor-picked-on kid's forehead. When will this stuff go away? When will I truly be able to move forward?
I've heard from people who've been out for a long time that it does. So keep that in mind, KW, things will get better. This stuff won't be so vivid in our minds forever.
Firstly imma give ya a 'virtual rose' cos unless you have a powercut they last pretty long.
I know what you mean and i can understand why ya got upset. Most of the reasons you used there have at some point crossed my mind too. I thought i was free but i turn around next to me i got a bookshelf of books i can't bring myself to throw away yet there are lots of the same on top of the wardrobe in the folks room. For now i'll pretend its incase some new light makes them useful again. I can't wait for less vivid memories of these things, rather letting them become part of my life and experiences i'll use to make sure i don't repeat mistakes and help prevent others doing them.
Thanks, KW. We're all alright, ya know? It's all good. I'm feeling fine now. But just felt compelled to share my story and I can see you can relate too..
Now as for those who wake up on Saturday mornings and forget they don't bug the neighbors anymore, I can't say I have THAT problem. I don't wake up until Saturday afternoons now! And I love it. And I'm also sure that any god I believe in would want it that way too.
Thanks, KW. We're all alright, ya know? It's all good. I'm feeling fine now. But just felt compelled to share my story and I can see you can relate too.
glad ya did
I still remember pictures published in the Awake! magazine back in 1969!
Doesn't bother me though. It is nostalgic!
--VM44 (of the Thanks for the Memories...(Not!) class)
Sometimes, I regress back into memories of handling the microphones at the Kingdom Hall. Having to rush down the isle, lean way over people to get the mic to them. And then, when an old sister can't hold it herself, I have to hold the mic pole out about 5 feet; and my arms start to weaken and quiver, because she gives a 4 minute comment. And then, when the mic chord hits someone's knee, they give me a dirty look.
ARRRRRRRRGGGGGGG!! See what you did KW13?