Signs Of Imminent Departure?

by Englishman 13 Replies latest jw friends

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  ISP

  Hi Miss Eff....

  He did a lot for me - made me question my beliefs.

  I guess he did. I can tell it was an ideological meeting of minds.
  LOL

  ISP
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  Kent

  What I want to know, is, does the driving of a sports car mean that you are on the verge of leaving the JW's?

  Sure! Then you're a selfish bastard. An open top sportscar isn't suitable - you normally don't have the space needed to bring lots of morons out to field service. Besides that, you are proud - believeing you are better than the god damned elder with his old Morris!

  <i>Does playing a musical instrument mark you as a possible rebel?</i>

  Of course! I bet my ass you're not playing "Kingdom Melodies" - and then you are playing "wordly" music, being influenced by the writesrs of that music. Remember, some of the folks who wrote the music were even homosexuals, and before you know it you're standing wanking behind a bush!

  <i>Does having a new relationship make the "Truth" less important?</i>

  Having real relationships at all is a new thing for a JW, and when one discovers how nice it is, who needs the Witchpower crap?

  <i>What signs of impending departure did you display?</i>

  Do you want me arrested?

  Yachyd Da

  Kent

  I need the new KM's as they come! Please send me scans!

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  Marilyn

  Hey Kent, I'll have to look out the photo of David and me sitting on his bright red Bug Eyed Sprite, with our witnessing uniform on. My skirt was regulation knee length! "They" didn't like to tell us to dump the car as we were so new in. I think we must be the exception to the rule - we had the car when we came in. My two brothers also had sports cars. We all had to ditch them in the end though. It was sooooooooooo sad. One of my brothers has since bought another one and he's an elder. I sure hope Englishman is right that it's a sign. David bought a 1956 MGA five years ago, but we were already OUT 15 yrs by then. A 15 yr overdue act of rebellion? Hardly. More like an attempt to capture our lost youth (lost to the WTS!)

  Marilyn
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  Abaddon

  Well, I developed a taste for music late - I didn't really start buying albums until I was working, existing on tapes of my brother's record colection; Stones, Beatles, Zeppelin, ya know, good stuff. On top of this good foundation I got a bit eclectic. Some howlers, taste-wise; Dire Straits, Marillion... but nothing too 'safe' or ordinary. I dispair at my Nephews - for a moment, when they got into Nirvana and then the Prodigy I though there was some hope! I was a Prince fan, which for a Dub then was edgy and rebellious, and had some flak from parents (words in John Hiatt songs, the name of an Ozzy band 'The Church', but as I always liked what I liked and was careful who I spoke to about it, music was not my rebellion.

  Cars. No, not that either. A Mini estate, an Audi 80 (heap of SHIT), an old Ford Granada.

  Hair? I've always gone for longer hair, and in my late teens started lightening it slightly, lemon juice and that. That was a little hassle, but when my parents tried to embaress me in front of the PO he said he thought it looked good. So I did that for years.

  Nah, with me it was reading the Society's literature that was a sign of rebellion, as I also had always been an avid reader of popular science books, and the two don't mix, do they?

  Moving from London, so I wasn't under parental observation, also helped.

  A too-young (for me, she was ten years older) marraige to someone who emotionally destroyed me helped me outward. Her incestent carping and failure to be satisfied with all I could earn during the day and attacking me for being flagrant by spending £10 a week buying myself lunch at work. I ended up, at her suggestion, getting a job in a nightclub on top of my day job.

  Now THAT was a sign. Discovering 'worldy' people actually showed more concern for me than most Witnesses. Discovering they weren't bad or evil. Discovering, that rather than being the complete disaster of a man my wife made me feel (I was sleeping on the sofa by this point), there were young beautiful women who wanted to give me their warm little diamond.

  One in particular, believed in me, in my plans for leaving the soul-destroying job I had as a Ad Sales person for a radio station and going to Universtity rather than in my worth as a wage earner and shelf erector.

  The relationship didn't work out, but it gave me enough deltaV to blow out of orbit of planet Dub and not look back.

  So, for me, there were signs (dodgy music, long hair, tight jeans, sailing as far into the wind against the dress code as I could, having hopes that Jehovah would fucking hurry up and bring new light that I could firmly believe in rather than the sad-sack 'Creation' book apologism, being interested and accepting of a work colleauge who was into wife swapping, rather than the least bit shocked), but the biggest signs were working in a nightclub, dating a College student, and daring to try pot round my friend's house one day after the club had closed - oh, and spending the meetings in the library with sprog, reading up on how I could get out without causing family problems.

  People living in glass paradigms shouldn't throw stones...