Merry,
I understand what you are saying in a big way. Growing up as a witness was just plain whacked. Our sense of what a real friend is is perverted because the only real friend that a faithful witness is allowed to have is the society. The society is the only friend because you are not at risk of losing them to immorality, or any of a myriad of human shortcomings, and not having them anymore. People are not viewed as permanent friends since they could screw up at any moment and you would be required by your own good little JW conscience to rat them out and lose them.
Knowing that makes it impossible for anyone who is conscientiously following the teachings to live the life Jez talks about and there were a lot of us. I really bought into their shit and could not be 'two people' like that. I knew people like that but would not have anything to do with them because they were not being loyal to "Jehovah" (read WTBTS). Therefore any friendships that I had within the congregation were very shallow. I had lost friends and did not want to risk the hurt anymore. (Jez please do not take offense since I am listing this as a previous jw belief system. At this point, I'm glad that you found a work-around)
I have carried this shallow, don't get too close to anyone, don't voice a strong opinion for fear of having it shot down because not everyone thinks the same as me attitude around for decades. It sucks and it's very lonely. It gets in the way of every relationship I have had. Fortunately, my husband has learned to draw me out, but not many have or ever will.
I am painfully shy in person and have chosen a line of work in which I have the law to back me so that there is not too much argument and I can voice an opinion which is based on a higher power and don't have to take the heat myself or alone. I come off as an aloof snotty bitch and and it stinks because I'm not that at all. I have just never learned how to 'come off properly' in social circumstances.
If you ever meet me you will see what I mean. I dress corporate, have a plastic smile, and sit and stand as stiff as a two-by-four. Everything has to be perfect and by the letter of the law. I feel like an emotional zombie and can trace most of my behaviors and attitudes back to the fear of being 'destroyed' at Armageddon for any little infraction. My hubbies most heard words are 'Geez, smile why don't ya!'
I am glad to know that others did not have it so rough as a witness kid, maybe some jw parents have a clue. But believe me, they weren't the norm.
Jeannie