Narkissos,
What a complex question. I am not sure that any of us who 'converted' to the JW's rather than were raised in it will ever know the answer to this question - perhaps the answers are visceral and not intellectual. I know that a couple of events played their part, but who can know for sure?
In many ways I blame my conversion from child of the 60's to Jehovah's Useful Fool on the nation of France.
I do recall studying in Paris during the '68 riots. It was a horrifying experience, both compelling and terrifying. I was a very young man, a teenager away from my family, and was overwhelmed by the violence and the passion of the riots and rioters, with whom I had sympathies. I returned to the UK a few months later and found it hard to fit into the life that I had left behind. This event had changed me, and if anything made me even more idealistic and repulsed by the power of the mob and its thinking.
A year or two later I was waiting for a bus close to a supermarket. I looked in the window and noticed a young blonde haired girl looking at me with a strange look in her eyes. By her side was a boy, around seventeen with tousled red hair who had cotton-batting hanging from his ears and a sawn-off shotgun in his hands. As the girl looked at me crying out for help with her eyes, he shot her full in the head which basically caused it to vaporize over the window in a cloud of blood and brain matter. The young man calmly put down the gun and walked out of the store. I was in shock to say the least, and was carrying a cymbal stand with which I struck him as he passed. It hardly registered, but he stumbled, sat on the pavement and waited for the police. Apparently this young girl had once been his sweetheart. Sometimes I still dream of her eyes.
These two events made me easy fodder for a message that seemed to satisfy me on an intellectual level, grew in the Catholic setiments sown in me as a child, and above all promised the utopia that more than one person was searching for in the 60's. Within two years I sensed emotionally that I had made a huge mistake, but by then was trapped within my own conundrum, and one with which I wrestled with for decades.
Frankly, I would still like for the best part of the nonsense, people living in peace in a world of equal pleasures to be true. But then, I always was a bit of a dreamer.
HS