Only on one occasion did I have to sit in one of those back room elder meetings. Wait.......OK........ maybe it was more than once but I may have forgotten. It was a long time ago.
OK, I think I remember now, .... about the sixth time I had to sit in one of those back room elders meetings did it really piss me off. Here I was with a young beautiful JW girl who I only knew for a few months and was forced to tell them things that were none of their god damned business. A retired factory worker, a farmer, and a short order cook all gathered together to hear the details of an intimate encounter I had when my flesh was weak (well, in their terms) and my libido was that of an average 22 year old healthy male. I could see those bone heads thinking they were going to voyeuristly (is that a word?) hear things they could have just as easily gotten from reading the latest issue of Playboy's letters from subscribers.
To make a two hour story short I ended the meeting when things got to the point where I felt the questions they were asking were above and beyond the details they needed to hear. I could see the old retired factory worker elder was about to have an aneurysm as the little blood he had left in his brain was quickly diverted to the front pocket of his warn out brown polyester suit pants.
What in the hell makes these mental rejects think they had the right to try and run my life when they didn't even have the ability to run their own? The short order cook elder use to be a close friend of mine. He was the youngest elder ever appointee to his position in the state of Oregon. He was an elder at age 25 because he was an anal asshole who spent all his waking hours away from Al's Drive In restaurant knocking on peoples doors. The funny thing is about six months after I left the religion (several years after the back room meeting) he was disfellowshipped for having sex with his 14 year old step daughter.
These idiots told me that I, as well as the beautiful JW girl, needed to go and get married as soon as possible. She wasn't pregnant, but since we admitted having sex it was a good enough reason to get married to them. I didn't even know her that well. If I could have had a few more months to get to know her I would have run like hell. Instead, a month later we flew to Reno to get married.
That mistake to me ranks up there with General Custers thinking the planes Indians were nothing more than a bunch of long haired pussies. That woman has been the biggest pain in my side for the last 25 years. All this because she decided she needed to go and confess to the congregations three stooges.
To this day I hate farmers, short order cooks, and retired factory workers. Not all of them, just the ones who were ordained to be elders in the JW religion and sucked out any joy what so ever from 25 years of my life.
Sorry for ranting. What was the question?
Dave