First of all, I'd like to sincerely thank all of you who responded to (and called me, and p/m'd me) about my recent thread (read: blind raging rant).
I've had more time to think about why I reacted, and felt, the way I did, and I've talked to my closest friends, and I chose to start this separate thread because what I felt has more to do with JW/exJW/Christian upbringing than the particular circumstances in which my rage was induced.
Simply: My rage was because a raw nerve had been touched, a nerve that I thought I had long since healed---the feeling that NOTHING I DO IS EVER GOOD ENOUGH!!
I remember that feeling as a JW: Now a publisher, but, that's not good enough...you must put in more time. Now a vacation pioneer, but, that's not good enough...you must now become a regular pioneer. Now a regular pioneer, but, that's not good enough...you must now go to Bethel....ministerial servant, elder, etc., etc., etc...and then, of course, that ethereal "anointed one." Been there, done all of these.
I remember that feeling as a Christian: No matter how hard you try, you are still just a sinner, and must daily ask God to forgive you for your weaknesses and inabilities and failures (known or unknown) to perform up to Divine standards. (Perhaps a coincidence, but my other recent thread about "Christians are masochists" was probably a prelude of this...though not a deliberated one).
I remember that feeling as an exJW: You must see, of course, that you have now devolved to the lowest of all possibilities---not able to measure up to the high standards of either God or the WTS...oooh, my dear son, how low you have sunk.
And then, in the midst of an otherwise mundane occupation: a lowly carpenter. True, a carpenter working on multi-million dollar houses, for months at a time, with the finest woods and techniques and tools available, and yet to have this fellow, this fellow who I taught, telling me that I was somehow inadequate in what I was doing, while he screwed up the simplest of tasks, and passed them by as if I didn't have half-an-eye left to see it.
THAT was what struck me off.
Some (sooooooo many!) of us were TRUE BELIEVERS, and have ever since carried with us the vestiges of that conditioning, however hard we might have fought to retrace our steps, and however thoroughly convinced we were that we had gained the victory.
My resolution of the matter is (and I'm restating it here more for myself than for anybody else): I KNOW I AM GOOD ENOUGH, just as I am.
OK...OK...OK...now I'm ready for a few tune-ups.