I am seven months without bible bashing, without door-knocking, or standing by a trolley cart looking like a prat. And I feel the real winners are the " lucky bastards" who haven't had me telling them about Jehvover. Furthermore they are spared super pious me telling them what they can and can't do. Who am I to tell a perfect stranger he must shave his beard, study with me, not commit audultry, nor covet his neighbors wife?
Also in the last seven months I have been spared making a total prat of myself explaining to educated people, how Adam and Eve had all these children of different color skin, or trying to justify why a loving God allows so much suffering in the world.
Personally I have concluded there are millions of religions, so at best it's a big toss up what one if any is right. However it was certainly presumptuous of me to assume Jehovers Witnesses were the correct religion. Why cant buddisam be the right religion? I can imagine the shock if I was a perfectly good Witness only to die and Buddah laughing all over his face sends me back to earth as a worm.
Anyway I now believe in having a good time, and letting perfect strangers sin and convet their neighbors wife if they wish. It's really none of my business.
The Rebel.