Why? Because when I was homeless, the only ones who would take me in were in the world. The only ones who have ever given me REAL help when I needed it were in the world. The only ones who don't give a DAMN about my personal beliefs when it comes to god are in the world. The ones who don't judge me based on whether or not I'm knocking on people's doors and littering their homes with useless magazines, or whether I abstain from sex before marriage, or whether I choose to smoke or get drunk, or what music I choose to listen to, what books I choose to read, what movies I choose to watch. They are the ones who don't reject me for HAVING A CHOICE and deciding how I want to live my life. Most JW's only profess to love you because they are commanded to. It's not real love, though. It's conditional. Oh, sure they'll say they still love you if you've left and they wish you'd come back... but when you do, you're treated like a leper and the stigma never really goes away. It's like that pink elephant in the room. You know it's there, but no one really wants to talk about it. And you can't tell me that everyone loves everyone else. It isn't possible. Personalities clash, you have cliques, you have snobs, etc. I remember thinking many times "Oh my god, if I gotta live forever with so-and-so, I don't know how I'm gonna do it...I can't STAND them!" I know I'm not the only one.
There is a much better variety of personalities and displays of love outside of the Borg. I've experienced REAL friendship and REAL love. Granted, there are some bad people out there, but not as many as the organization would have had us think. I've found the vast majority of people to be kind.