by minimus 41 Replies latest jw friends
It depresses me to know that I and so many others can be so thoroughly duped.
Also, that many non-JW's have a dub mentality when it comes to their religion, political ideology, or whatever.
It depresses me to realize that so many "adults" in this world, really are children.
What depresses me about Jehovah's Witnesses...
After 10 years of being disfellowshipped I guess it's this big..
Sigh.. i give.. whenever I meet one...
It's that kind of sigh that says...
AWWW. .. so sad.. another screwed up person.. sucked into this thing...
and
AWWW... they have kids who will be screwed up in this crap...
sincerely
Special K
It makes me sad to think of the ones who have lived their entire lives for the Organization, who are now elderly, living meagre existences because they believed they would see The New System? in their lifetimes and didn't bother putting anything aside for what should have been their golden years. It makes me sad that many of them realize they put faith in the words of men and were bamboozled, but think that they have no other social support except for the people they know at the KH and are afraid to leave.
That's a good one Scully. My mother is one of those, and while she loves those people to death and constantly defends them, they pretty much have abandoned her. She is 91 and they can't count their time with her, so she is lonely and still waiting for the end. I visit her frequently at the assisted living place where she is now, but so far she has not had many visits from people from the KH, in 3 weeks.
My JW friend visits her often, just so she can tell people at the KH that she has been there, and she tells them they should go too. Guilt, what a motivator, eh?
It depresses me that they can give up their thinking ability and common sense, because the society "must" be right and anything it does "just has to" be OK.
It never ceases to amaze and sadden me - one day something is obviously evil and inconceivable, and then the next day, the society does a flip-flop and the rank and file has a brain transplant, like they never said anything of the sort.
For instance, I remember sitting thru the two book studies we did on the Rev book (early 90's), but to listen to the JW apologists on, for instance, Beliefnet's board explain how it is perfectly OK that the society joined the UN just makes me ill.
I had lots of friends and loved ones who were Witnesses, and now they're all utterly broken hearted and shattered (esp my parents) because they believe I'm going to die. I ache for them because it's all so senseless.
I'm with Piph. It depresses me that friends feel they can not keep me as a friend, just because I no longer chose to live the JW life. I know it has broken my mothers heart and that causes deep pain inside of me.
As Asleif mentions, it's difficult to comprehend how a JW apologist can just go along with a flip-flop. I've wondered whether some JWs are brain dead in the past. I'm referring to people that are usually very bright in other areas but for some reason have a mental block when it comes to the JW religion. My mother is a fairly intelligent woman yet she WANTS to believe what the "FDS" has to say, time and again. THAT is depressing!!
I think like most, missing my family depresses me. I miss my older brother, we were like....well....brothers. He use to clean our room when it was my turn because he wanted to watch me draw pictures and goof off while I made him laugh. He always gave me the biggest part of the halved chocolate bar. He would walk into a hallway at school and if I was about to get into a fight, the other guys would melt with fear at just the sight of him walking up and standing behind me. He use to make me laugh and embarrass me when girls would come around. He bought me stuff with money he made from getting up at three in the morning before school to do his newspaper route.
He would have my Mom buy him clothes that he didn't really like but he knew I did. He knew that the only new clothes I ever got where handed down by him, to me, when he rapidly grew out of them. He got mad at me one time and had my step dad buy him a pair of olive green wing tip shoes that he knew I hated. I begged him not to buy them because I knew they were going to be mine soon. I hated those damn shoes and when they made their way down to me (in about four months) I soaked them in a bucket of water and left them in a damp closet so they would mold and I wouldn't have to ware them. My step dad scraped the mod off and dyed them black and still made me ware them to the meetings. No one wanted to sit next to me at the hall for a long time. My feet grew very slow. For a while, I was known as the stinky kid at the hall. I tried very hard not to make my brother mad at me again. My big brother and I also invented the half sleeve shirt. They were short sleeve on him and half sleeve on me.
My brother always wanted to have a big family of boys so he could play football with them. He has five daughters, I have three sons. I only know his two oldest daughters who I haven't seem in over 15 years. They are both married now. When my oldest son was three years old my brother gave him and his two daughters a ride in a wheel barrel all over town one night. He must have lifted and rolled that wheel barrel for over ten miles that night. My big brother was, and still is, a mountain of a man.
When I saw what I saw, and heard what I heard, at Bethel, a few months later I left the religion. I knew that I was never going to have the big brother again like I had growing up. Iv seen him three times in that twenty years since. One time was when I was driving through the small town I grew up in and I saw him. He was tearing up the main street with a back hoe and cleaning up a big crack in the street as he worked at his city maintenance job. I looked over as I drove by and saw that mountain of a man glance at me and then quickly look away like I was invisible. It's a real shock seeing my brother on the street like he was just some faceless man in the crowd and then I remember him years earlier cleaning our room when it was really my turn.
I'm still drawing pictures for a living and making people laugh. He's still cleaning things up. We just can't ever do it together like we did as kids.
I hate that religion and their twisted and evil way they define love to their brain washed people. My sons will never have to experience that kind of one sided figment of love. They are now, and will always be, best friends.
That rat bastard religion stole my best friend and big brother and turned him into a cold hearted self righteous robot elder for the watchtower society. He use to hate going out in service just like me. I'm sure he still does but would never admit it. Nor would he admit that he saw me drive by on that hot summer afternoon while he was digging holes in the street and still cleaning up things around me while I was goofing off. That was seven years ago. I haven't seen him since, but when I drive through that little farm town, I keep my eye out for that big man on a back hoe, who use to be my big brother.
That's what depresses me Min.
Don't ever let anyone give you crap about asking too many questions on this board. That includes me pal.
Dave
Whew! THAT was a moving story! You even got to me, Dave! I HATE to see how 2 brothers could be that close only to have a religion break you up. I feel saddened for you and so many others experiencing the same thing. God MUST feel bad too. He must.
That is so sad Seven.. this is why this whole thing seems wrong. Families are not meant to be divided for no reason other than a life choice.. this is so sad.
It's ironic to me.. I gained family by leaving.. but lost family too.. I was in a no win situation.. I hate the family divisionmore than anything with regards to this life choice.
