having brunch and then getting a massage instead of sitting at the Grand Poobah Session several blocks from my house. It always irritated me how the convention was always scheduled for July 4th weekend and now it doesn't matter. Not trying to rub salt in the wounds of you poor ones who have to be bored or angry by turns at the RC this weekend, as I did decades of drone seat warming.
Isn't it funny how you can finally admit things freely once the cult personality is shredded? I used to be such a faithful little mouse, attending the convention, diligently taking notes, and afterwards parroting how "this was the best convention ever." What I never was willing to admit was that I took notes to keep from sleeping from the sheer boredom of hearing the same old s**t and frankly I rarely could remember any standout specific points. I could remember the 20 minute ending prayer from Brother Puffed-Up at the end of the day when you just wanted to leave.
My favorite part of the conventions was seeing (faux) friends and the cute guys. I enjoyed getting extra-dressed up (because we had so little opportunity in our area for that). Now I can see my(real) friends and get swanky any time I wish. Cute guys (with personalities and social skills) abound in the worldly playground. I don't miss one thing about those conventions now.
On a side note--all the sister bashing on here bothers me. I guess because I once was one. I am attractive and always dressed in a stylish manner. I worked full time at a great job, supported myself in my own home, had an active social life, was a faithful drone at the meetings, service, aux pioneered, etc. I just wanted to find a decent guy in the cult. I was not interested in titles or whether he was from Bethel, a pioneer, etc. I didn't flirt indiscriminately or fling myself at every chap around. I was friendly with men and women alike. One brother told me I was too smart and needed to hide that. I decided if I couldn't find a suitable mate because I was too smart, then that was a good thing. The selection of brothers was meager at best. They all seemed to want the pioneer girl just out of high school with the education of a paper bag or they had the social skills of a tree and a few of them were obviously gay. So, the poor selection of dating material works both ways. Frankly, no one caught in a cult is a catch for anyone since they generally have no clue what their true personality is or can't show it if they do know. Is it any wonder so many dub marriages are a train wreck? You don't know who you are and you don't know who you are really married to. My train wreck to an average Joe publisher turned out to be the vehicle by which I found the TTAT so perhaps my marriage (and definitely the divorce) was a blessing afterall!
Hope everyone is enjoying the July 4th weekend in the states!