I've been thinking about it in my sleep ... ... when I can sleep.
It's been less than a month since I stumbled onto this site while researching the roots of JWism for a character I'm writing on. Since then, I haven't written anything, haven't done much recreationally .... I've just been digging deeper through this site and simultaneously .... digging through my memories of Growing Up Dub. It's official. I'm an addict.
I innocently browsed. I'd been free for twenty years, though mom, pop and my favorite aunt are still faithful.
Then I remembered how years ago I'd decided the ORG was a cult because it forbade independent thought.
Then I read a few more items (entire threads), followed links, GOOGLED stuff and stayed up til the wee hours reading, googling, and reading reading some more.
I called a few friends and got a little verbal insight on some stuff, about new light ....
Then I looked at a very disturbing tax return and ...
I can't believe that a few short weeks ago I couldn't give a fiddler's fart about the Witnesses. Now I'm so angry I could spit. When I think of my mom pounding the pavement, a good-hearted slave for those bastards, in 90 degree summer heat, standing on those corners .... I can't even express it. The Phillip Morris thing, on top of everything else, has me literally sick to my stomach. And twenty years of my life, having my mind warped in ways I've only begun to discover.
I just came back from the library. I've got more reading to do. But first I've gotta puke again.
** sprinting to the bathroom **