And, as if this isn't bad enough, lack of special days makes life a blur. Year after year, it is just the same old drudgery. September, you pious-sneer. When winter comes, you go to boasting sessions as usual and try as best you can to pious-sneer despite the snow and cold. (In the southern hemisphere, you battle heat instead of cold). Big and great boasting sessions, always almost identical to every other one, come during the fall and spring. You prepare to reject Jesus by pious-sneering for 3 months (you thought Christmas' long season was bad?). Then you prepare for the Grand Boasting Session (southern hemisphere people have that in lieu of the Christmas holiday and their big and great boasting sessions later in the year). Once you attend that, it is the same as every other a$$embly. The result is usually pious-sneering and crackdowns on anything that is fun.
Never do you actually get anything fun. I can remember when I was growing up, and part of the fun was the preparation for Christmas. I used to like it when we would go Christmas shopping. Then the Christmas tree would go up--watching the lights go up, then the ornaments, then the topper. Until I became a witless, I enjoyed seeing those things lit up. In fact, that used to be one of my favorite chores of the year--rigging up Christmas tree lights and ornaments. And the presents, trips to relatives, and the like would add to the build-up. For me, it lasted until I found out what everyone else got for Christmas, and at times that would run deep into February.
Birthdays were also special. Different years would feature different gifts. And attending others' birthday parties often left marks that would differentiate one year from others. That is how I can tell something happened in 1969 instead of 1968 or 1970, or 1973 instead of 1974 or 1972. These holidays and birthdays added character to each year, and that is important when you are growing up. It might not be a big deal if you are 25 or so, and stop doing these things--but to someone that is 5 or 6, that blah-ifies their lives when they have to stop celebrating anything.
And that rubbish "We get toys all year long". When I was in the world, I used to get plenty of toys around Christmas, and then again near my birthday. Additionally, it was sometimes possible for me to save enough to get a toy outside these times. I don't think it's necessary to be continually getting toys because then you wouldn't be able to actually play with them--but, having things that help learn basic skills while having fun is important.
Compare: I have been to witlesses' homes where there wasn't a toy in sight. You have children that are between 8 and 12, and there isn't a plaything anywhere. I saw one family like that--not even a radio or TV set in the place (just plenty of expensive furniture with washtowel littera-trash). I have also seen families where toys are there but very few in number and quality. Usually, this is because the parents don't think their children deserve any because they won't stay out in field circus for 8 or more hours a day without fuss. Added to this, they feel that, if children have toys, they are going to want to quit field circus earlier. With nothing fun, there is nothing to compete with the drudgery of field circus all day.
And, if that isn't bad enough, vacation time is usurped. How often do witless children waste their vacations (which could also have added character) on field circus? Pious-sneering during school recesses. If the parents make a trip, they must find the Kingdumb Hell, attend all boasting sessions, and support their field circus. No day trips--just field circus. No watching cartoons on Saturday morning--just field circus.
No wonder that, not only do most witlesses feel unworthy, but they lack a sense for when things happened. And no wonder they fall for the The end is nigh" rubbish even after 1975--they lack sense of differentiation between 1975 and 2014.