Kinda with Shamus on this one. So many of the "good memories" were overshadowed by the fakery of it all.
or the need to get time in service first.
or the negotiating of all the many rules.
or the sniping behind others backs.
power plays.
There were fun times in service, but for the most part I remember them being fun IN SPITE of being in service. Not a fun time had in service.
I enjoyed giving talks. I didn't necessarily enjoy giving talks as a JW activity, but I would have been good at speech class and drama club... if it had been allowed. Instead giving those stupid talks with the stupid answers in the most interesting way I could devise given the dry, boring, memorized and many times repeated subject matter.
tainted again.
Oh yeah, there were all of my great friends. Most of whom wouldn't give me the time of day now, though I'm not df'd or da'd. There's the elder who performed our marriage ceremony. Found out from various sources about the side of him that deals with those who question the organization. I guess that's the side I would get now.
Which brings me to my wedding... joyous happy memory from within the org, right? WRONG. in so many ways. First there was the deal over the use of the KH. Is it proper, the interview about our chastity. Then they had to remodel the wedding party because I must have it in the hall or people would think we weren't chaste. But if we have it in the hall, my closest gf at the time couldn't stand up with me cause she was on reproof. Then the fight over me not wanting to invite everyone in the whole hall. Shall I continue? oh yeah, those are happy happy memories.
OOOH! how about the happy memories of my little brother not talking to me? (oh wait, that's cause I've quit.) OH, I know, how about the happy memories of me being excluded from social activities cause my dad was such a good dub he might shut it down if something was (in his opinion) "inappropriate." oh yeah, that came about because that's exactly what he did! That went over so well.
Sorry, can't think of any. Just like every other time this "good memories" topic comes up new, I can't think of any that aren't tainted by some fake or controlling aspect of that f000ing religion.
Wait! I thought of one! I have a good memory of when I started to think for myself and decided to get out. I have a GREAT memory of my first Xmas with friends. Fantastic memory of finally starting to get some education. hmmm.... there's the good memory of going out with my "worldly" gfs for a drink at the bar... and, well, lots of good memories. Now. That I'm out.
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