I don't know, y'all...
There's a cut in my 'Saturday Afternoon' mp3 playlist. It's from the O'Jays 1991 album Emotionally Yours - That's How Love Is...
You wait and call them,
Don't know how they feel..
You're wondering if it's all for real
You love them. You HATE them..
It all happens so fast.
Now you don't think your love will last.
That's love.
That's how it is.
Yeah, the song loses most of its punch without the talented voices and the music (Sorry!) but the words remind me of my time in The Truth. They also remind me of the first time I was in love.
Neither experience was always smooth, not always free and easy. But still those times were very meaningful -- experiences that I know you'll never forget... or ever really get over.
I can't speak for anyone else here. All I can say is that while my thirty or so years as a Witness deprived me of some things I will always miss, my time as a Dub wasn't a total waste, either.
For one, I had friends...
Yeah, I know now that the friendships back then had strings attached, that my friendships with "them" hinged on certain expectations. But, ya know, some of the "friendships" I've made since then are just the same, really. The friends I had then were conditional. So is nearly every one of the friendships I have now. They're just dependent on things other than religion.
For example, not a single one of the friends I have now really knows me. Come on. How could they? There aren't enough minutes in a year to explain JW life to someone who's never been one, so who'd I be kidding to even try? So I don't. With that being said, how can I really call them friends? I don't. Not really.
Another thing...
I liked 'knowing' that the problems of this life would someday eventually come to a complete end and that I would one day have a full and truly meaningful life. It gave me a psychological lift, knowing that the mistakes that befell me in this life weren't ever all my fault. Not only that... they would be erased in the very near future. Then, I could be everything I'd always thought I could be. It was a very nice thought to carry around all those years. Sorry I had to put it down. Real sorry.
Knowing that this life is probably all I will ever have is good to know, I guess, but it's sadly discomforting, too. Sometimes I get tired of being on my own and knowing that I'm on my own. I get tired of living with blunt truth all the time. I miss being deluded. I don't know about y'all, but being in a haze of delusion had its attractions.
Life is about delusions, after all. There is no ultimate "truth." Only perception -- what is truth to us, at the time. Point is: my JW experience wasn't ALL bad and I'd be lying if I said it was.
Blaming my Mamma or Daddy or the Watchtower Society for the fix I'm in and somehow leaving ME out of the equation... I dunno... doesn't make much sense. I'm a reasonably smart feller (despite what some of y'all think) so it only stands to reason that part of what my life is now is partly my do-in'.
I mean... somewhere along the line teejay made some choices. He said yes or no. at some point, teejay must answer for what he said... the choices HE made. To pass off his bad decisions on to others -- any others -- wouldn't be fair.
Even so, even though I am partly guilty for having made some pretty poor choices, I've learned how to forgive me. Shouldn't I do the same for others that played a part in me being where I am now?
I have.