She does not appear to be well-educated. It was already apparent to the group. They know I once was one and hated the group. She mumbles so I had to translate key phrases that others could not distinguish. They were "Jehovah," "holy spirit," and something else I can't remember. I heard these words clearly, unlike the rest of her mumbling. She appears to be a nice person. I have no trouble taking on Bethelites or local Witnesses. There is a smugness in them that invites sarcasm and knowledge.
Maybe she calls herself a Witness but is not active. If I go on in my usual customary way, I will feel bad. I don't believe she chose the Witnesses Something tells me she does not even know the doctrines. Lord knows things will pop out of my mouth. I just pray for some restraint and prudence. A nonsmug Witness-my aunt was one--they are rare. She is no intellectual. Maybe some kindness from me will have her rethink the Witness stance on apostates.
Truth be known, their smugness sets my smugness in motion. Her presence is going to leave me with a long gratitude list for escaping the Witnesses. My problem is that I view the Witnesses as the group with which I went to war. The key battleground was education and the freedom of thought. Feminism was another battle. My brother, sister, and mother did not fight the way I did. I was going to go before a judge to finish high school. The parents of my schoolmates were so proud of them. There was respect even for the student demonstrations against Viet Nam. I was a dummy. Well, I had Pete Seeger for a troubador and they had Kingdom Melodies. As a female, I had no place in the KH. Women's bodies were disgusting. The ground was very black and white in my early twenties.
I don't know why I post so much here. Living well is the best revenge. The Witnesses defined truth for me for too much of my life. It was child abuse to grow up in Newark, NJ and child abuse being raised as a Witness.