There is one thought, which if spoken , even privately to yourself, instantly
transforms you into an ex-Witness.
It is:
"What the hell was I thinking?"
Once you say that to yourself, your magazine peddlin' days are over.
It may be accompanied with some sort of outward physical manifestation
such as an open-palmed slap to the forehead.
It still happens to me, on occasion.
I happened to attend a local church service recently.
I chose the Unitarians because of all the jokes I've made about them
thru the years ( the church for atheists with kids, they burn a question
mark on your lawn, if they don't like you).
Anyhow, it was very pleasant, with young people playing some classical
music and other folks reading poetry. What's wrong with religion being
entertaining or interesting? Not everything has to include a sermon.
And then it hit me again, right on cue
"What the hell was I thinking?"
metatron (and so it goes)