Actually after I've decided that I'm going to the hall for whatever reason I kind of look forward to it. Macabre, yea I guess...but it's great to walk in with hair too long, beard, no jacket and khaki pants instead of suit pants. It's all about the shock value. The looks on some of their faces are priceless.
Then they wanna ask you how you've been and get this confused look on their face when you say happily and cheerily, "GREAT!! Thing's are so good right now, thanks for asking!" They're expecting you to deflect the question. They think we're miserable because they've always been told that people who leave Jehovah are miserable. They don't know what to expect when an inactive one acts happy and content.
Then a pompous, over righteous elder wants to discuss your well-being...he asks if you can talk, you say sure, no problem. He then tries to direct you to the back room and you say "why not here? this is as good a place as any" and says it needs to be in private. "No, I have nothing to hide. We can talk here or not at all" Count the seconds while he tries to regroup his thoughts. He was prepared to be the indignantly righteous one, with all the answers, against an intimidated weak person but now he's been stood up to. How does he handle it? He doesn't know because it's never happened before.
Then you get to talk to people you haven't seen in months. You know one of them loves movies and watches R-rated movies but keeps it on the down low. Go up and say, "hey Bob(not his real name) did you see Kill Bill yet? I know how you loved Pulp Fiction so I wondered if you would like Tarantino's new one as much as I did". Watch the stuttering and stammering as Bob tries to lie his way out by saying he's never seen Pulp Fiction.
Then you get to take a nap for an hour or so, laugh at the bad singers and then check out the young hotties during the prayer when they all have their eyes closed.
It's a good time...but only once in a blue moon.