And you don't have to be raised in the cancer to be impacted. I was scammed in (on the premises of they would help me with the opposite sex, together with joke-hova, if I went in). Of course, they welshed on that.
Instead, I ended up with stagnation. Whatever opportunities I may have had were thoroughly purged within a couple of years because of joke-hova. From there, I got scammed and guilted into donating 32 toilet papers a month for a new Kingdumb Hell (not needed). Bad luck was the result, and the negative value added financial disaster to the mess within the next several months. From job cutbacks, burglaries, and busted household items that prematurely failed, my financial standing went down drastically. On top of that, they started charging me for rides to and from the boasting sessions, and insisted I waste more money on suit dry cleanings.
No sooner than my financial situation reached its new equilibrium, or even before, some scumbag lost its job and regular pious-sneered. The only good thing I can say about that thing, and I do mean the ONLY good thing, was that it was rather lazy and often forgot many things, resulting in much wasted time. That thing was very picky in keeping the groups together, and sucked the joy out of whatever I was doing in field circus (whatever little joy was still there). And it would come 15 minutes late, so just when it looked like I was going to work with someone else, that thing would claim me and I would work with it (if the group was even, about 75% of the time) or its wife (another crab, and if the group was odd). Every fxxxing time. I found it necessary to make going in at noon absolute instead of being flexible to prevent being held out past work time later in the afternoon.
During that time, the psychic connection spread. When the biggest excitement of the afternoon is watching someone win an old stuffed buffalo on reruns of Let's Make a Deal, seeing silverware in the garbage at work, or hearing rap music blasting in the territory, something is wrong--and that thing is like "You mustn't take pleasure from things like that!". And when boasting sessions were coming, I would hope someone would pick up some golf ball washers or batteries on Shop 'Til You Drop. Again, when the biggest thrill is watching someone hit a bankrupt on Wheel of Fortune during the one round or part thereof before being picked up for the boasting session, something is wrong. Of course, the biggest hope was for a hounder to be called to the platform to announce someone being disfellowshipped.
Even on Saturday, when I got up too late for field circus, watching game shows on Nickelodeon was it. Of course, I could find a playoff for the lottery (I believe the Illinois lottery) where 6 contestants competed by calling numbers in turn. They collected money by calling out positive numbers, but lost if they called negative numbers. They could also hit a Lose A Turn where they got nothing. And there were Bankrupt squares hidden where they would lose their winnings to that point. There were 2 rounds of 3 calls per, with the second round featuring bigger numbers. As I rarely needed much time to study my washtowel because it was so redundant, I would watch these shows. Again, the biggest thrill was to watch a contestant call a Bankrupt square, preferably in round 5 or 6.
Needless to say, having one psychic parasite able to get me in its group every time created a drain. Which I did not need--after the financial drain resulting from psychic connections associated with the new Kingdumb Hell (again, not needed). Even to this day, what was lost sticks to my soul. I don't even know if I will be able to disconnect myself from the effects--especially if I am not successful at disconnecting myself from that piece of sxxx that forced itself on me during field circus.
And that's on top of the scumbag that got me in the cancer in the first place.
