It's like as soon as I find out they haven't lived it, I pull my personal covers around myself and clam up.
Maybe part of what I am saying is that believing some of the absurdity of the witnesses is a little bit embarrassing!
Sometimes you wonder how in the world was I that stupid to actually believe it and on top of that, give of my time...my life...my
money...my soul...to a company whose sole purpose is to print and distribute books and magazines to sell, albeit religious ones. Even when they stopped
asking for a contribution from the householder, they still asked the congregations to purchase the literature from headquarters,
so they were and always have gotten their money either way. Now I feel duped. Now I'm embarrassed to even admit I was once JW.
I think I'm a fairly intelligent person, but when I admit to being a JW, some look at you like you just told them you were a Moonie or had just
gotten out of the loony bin.
I can tell a fellow ex-JW that I feel stupid and they understand. But someone else might think: Yeah, you were stupid and gullible
and weird and perhaps a little insane to go along with it.