Bitter? You have every right to be bitter. Bitter is good. Bitter is natural. Eventually bitter fades, but until then, don't worry about being bitter. You've earned the right to be bitter. How? Lets consider a few of the numerous reasons:
You were lied to your whole life (I am assuming you were raised in it).
You no longer believe it, and for that you are considered despicable, degenerate, leprous, vomit eating dog by them.
They will get up and walk away if you happen to be eating something in the same lunchroom.
They will get off the elevator when you get on.
You spent countless hours worrying over getting in your time, giving a good number 3 talk, having all your lessons underlined, personal study, prayers, etc.
You waited for days (all totaled up) in line to use a restroom, and when you went to wash, you were only allowed one towel to dry your hands and the mirrors were covered up with brown paper.
You dropped in hundreds of dollars total in food tickets, book money, magazine money, and contributions to the worldwide witnessing work, for the kingdom hall building fund, the bring the missionaries home for the assemblies fund, the assembly hall building fund, buy the circuit overseer lunch fund, and whatever else they could dream up.
No matter how much you did contribute, that still that didn't make you important enough to warrant two towels in the district convention restroom.
No matter how much you did contribute or do, it wasn't enough, and if you voiced that opinion, then you weren't putting kingdom interests first, you were being self centered, you weren't a joyful worker, Satan was using you, etc.
You were important enough to cook and clean and bring food to quick builds and volunteer at the assemblies scrubbing toilets (at least you didn't have to wait in that bloody f---ing line to do that), but you couldn't say a prayer, you couldn't give an opinion differing from a brother, you couldn't speak directly to the audience, and you had to wear a hat, towel, or napkin on your head to arrange a field service car group if a man was present.
Your very life was in serious jeopardy if you were ever involved in an accident where a transfusion was needed.
You may or may not have had all your shots as a child, but you don't know for sure because the rules kept changing.
You had to remember to scream, or not to scream, if you were raped, depending on the fluctuating opinions of a dozen or so old geezers in Brooklyn, NY. If you didn't get raped the right way, then you were raped again in the JC meeting, where you got to tell three men what panties you were wearing that day.
If you were lucky, the weather cooperated when you attended an assembly in an outdoor stadium.
If you were lucky (I wasn't), you were baptized in a heated pool and not out in a freezing river in Canada (like me).
I'm getting tired, so I won't be going on. I'm sure you will find plenty of reasons on your own to be bitter.
Bitter is good.
Be bitter.
Enjoy your bitterness.
It's the first time in your life you get to be bitter without being told you have the wrong attitude.
Yes, bitter is very good.
Tammy
