As I walked through the streets of my hometown I walked past a 'sister'TM)
At first I didn't recognize her as I wasn't paying attention.
She sort of gave me a bit of a smile (or did she have wind/gas?)
After I has passed her, it dawned on me who it was.
I'd given her family lifts to meetings and socialised with them.
I then realized she'd shunned me. She adopted a haughty, nose in the air smirk.
....you know what?
I wasn't bothered. I felt no emotions. After all our so called 'friendship' over the years, she obeyed the GB and didn't talk.
Good for her! I don't give a sh!t anymore. She'll grow old and die still waiting for 'armageddon(R)'.
I now realize how I've moved on from the pettiness of the cult.