I’ll tell you how many comments I made at that Watchtower study: None. I just couldn’t stomach it. Although, I did do some head-bobbing while I slept – does head-bobbing count as jesturing or use of visual aids? If so, I think the action my head made would have surpassed anything which could have come out of my mouth. . . . . So, I guess maybe I did give a comment of sorts – I let everyone (especially behind me) know just how much I appreciated the material on marriage.
(Actually, I would have much preferred to have given a comment with my feet, as in not walking my body into the kingdom hall at all that day. But, alas, I’m still stuck in it with my folks. My fading skills are about the same as my marriage skills, as you can see – I’m still an emasculated virgin at 47 . . . having to sit with my parents with a shirt and tie on Sunday mornings. . . . . Maybe I’d better pray for a pair of cojones so I can finally get myself up out of this Sunday vomit pit!)