What a relief I didn't have to go out in field circus by the end of the month, once I decided to pull the plug on them. It took another year before I got my computer, and then I found the apostate sites within a few months. After, I started gradually doing Christmas--LED lights and all. I simply call those cherub things that get put up "demons" instead of angels. (And I got quite a few demon figures like that). No, I didn't go around taking and selling all kinds of drugs that ruin your brain and your liver. No, I didn't start smoking because that would be a waste of money and time.
As for the people that call themselves "friends", they were actually enemies. Anyone that prays to Jehovah continually that the opposite sex shun me forever deserves to be tortured by Father Satan, and then their souls damned. These days, I can't stand being near the home of a prominent witless or near the Kingdumb Hell because I am afraid that too many more angels will join the [unnameably huge number] of the scumbags already infesting me. Nor can I stand the crap merchandise that is so common among witlesses--things from simple clothing, crap furniture, crap cookware, light bulbs, bed clothes, flashlights, and general crap they use. The rubbish that comes out of the dollar (toilet paper) store, aside actual toilet paper or facial tissue, reminds me too much of how I used to have to live while a witless (besides, I bet there are even more angels to add to the MOB already on me at those toilet paper stores).
Now I view myself as spiritual Satanist. I see Satan and His Demons as my friends (if I can contact them through these filthy angels), not as beings to be terrorized of. Fact is, if one of the Demons ever were to give me counsel, it would probably be the exact opposite of what the witlesses do--they might find the odd washtowel I missed and insist I destroy it. They might insist I upgrade something I missed--upon doing so, I would wonder why I took so long to do it. But they would never insist I get cheap crap instead of good stuff or that I continue studying the washtowel littera-trash and attending their functions.