Since my strategy for flying under the radar is to put some face time in at meetings, I found it neccessary to develop coping techniques so the top of my skull doesn't fly off from the insanity that is the JWs.
Profanity is one of my favorites.
If the bullshit factor gets to the point during the meeting where I begin to feel like barfing (happens a lot), I slip off to the ladies loo and lock myself in a stall. Since no one can see me, I'll sit on the toilet and flip the bird at the ceiling and the cackling JW hens that come into the bathroom.
When the final 'Amen' is sounded, I scoop up my purse and books and rocket out the door. Once in my car and with engine started and radio going, I start cussing. I see some self-righteous, pompous JW stroll out of the door and look disapprovingly at me because he or she hears some rock n' roll coming from my car, I'll say "...and you can just kiss my sweet ass you massive axxhole" and then smile and wave at them as I pull out of the parking lot.
Once home, I've been known to let out with such a stream of profanity, it has melted off the siding from houses, caused birds to lose their feathers, and orbiting spacecraft to crash into the Atlantic.
Decency prohibits me from repeating most of it. Suffice it to say, my lovely "worldly" friends assure me that even the most salty, rum soaked sailor would blush crimson at my utterances.
Is it the most lady like or refined way to cope? Assuredly no, but it is a whole lot of *&^%$ @#*&& ##^*& fun!
