I think there was a part of me that always believed it, saw it as inevitable. Exactly how I knew, I don't know, because I loved it all, loved the doctrine, at least, though I mostly didn't love the authoritarian nature of the higher-ups--elders on up. Whenever they gave talks about how someone left the religion and died horribly some short time later, I'd always think, come on. Surely there are people who have left and didn't get beaten to death in a bar the same night. There is a way to leave this religion in an orderly manner, and once you figure that out, you can go on with life like everybody else. And they don't seem to be constantly stabbing each other or swapping their spouses or smoking drugs and bowing down to idols.
Anyway, I think I did probably believe a little too much in my own invulnerability, simply because I was too shy to get into much trouble with the ladies. I gradually learned, to my detriment, that some ladies have no problem pulling you into trouble with them, if you aren't careful. Were it not for that, I might have executed a gradual fade and got out of dodge. Or at least walked away from it all without any further direct dealings with it.
But maybe 3 years ago? Nah. Never would have imagined that, not in a million years. Not because it was impossible or improbable, but just because it would be too much pressure, too much guilt. I would've rather killed myself back then. Heck, there are days I still feel that way.
But my thought is, only reason I'd really have to leave the religion was if I could prove that it wasn't "the truth". Once I did that, my mind was long gone before my body was.
--sd-7