I never found happiness in the witless religion, either. Just disappointments.
And not just disappointments because the end didn't come when I reasonably expected it should. They were supposed to help me with the opposite sex, not groom me for Beth Hell or to go to the Value Destroyer Training School to help some congregation in the outlying regions of Nigeria or North Korea. And Jehovah never helped me in that aspect--apparently he would rather I join some missionary work or do sequestered service, regardless of which religion, than to be happy myself. Better for that Almighty Lowlife Scumbag that I waste my life at Beth Hell or in getting the witlesses to grow to 99% of some currently Muslim country in the middle of north Africa or the Middle East than get a real life myself.
Most of the a$$emblies were also disappointments. The first one I attended was acceptable, since I was in fact learning things the first time. After that, rubbish. No more traveling more than 150 kilometers--in fact, lately most of them are right in town or within 20 km from my home. The big and great boasting sessions, at the A$$embly Hell, is roughly 20 km away. And the programs, after the first one, were all the same rubbish that I heard before. Regular boasting sessions are also rubbish--usually that "food when you need it" is "No, I DON'T want you to be happy and I MEAN it". Field circus became a drudgery that I was supposed to be wasting all my time on, not just when it was reasonable and prudent. Going along exactly with what the group wants is not my idea of fun, either.
At least while in the world, I am not rewarding that Almighty Lowlife Scumbag for preventing me from associating with the opposite sex. I still view that he would rather I rot in Nigeria or some Muslim country in some disease-ridden, shortage- and famine stricken, war-torn country in the middle East or in North Africa than seeking personal happiness. But at least I will not be getting sent by the witlesses--and, as long as I don't associate with any Christian church, it is going to be difficult for Jehovah to usurp my life to spread some outdated, ineffective, easily rebutted message that even the grand-master evangelists Paul, Timothy, Silas, Barnabus, and the apostles (and Jesus himself) failed to lastingly spread (where are the Christians in the middle East today?). Nor do I have to pretend that things are going well when they are not--they never went well while I was in the cancer, yet I was supposed to pretend.