Yeah, I hated door-to-door too. And yet I'm a good explainer and a natural extrovert. It really sucks, though, watching people sign their own death warrants by turning you down! And I put up with that for twenty freaking years! What was I thinking? Oh, yeah, I wasn't.
No, I'm being too harsh with myself (and by extension with all my fellow spiritual captives). I really believed the hype, that this was a life-saving work and all that. Just made it more painful. It didn't help to be told "They're not rejecting you, they're rejecting Jehovah." That made it a thousand times worse! I knew that nobody was obligated to accept me; but who wants to spend a thousand or so Saturday mornings watching nice people turn themselves into vulture food? Worst experience I ever had in that line was the day I called on an artist at her house. She let me go through my entire presentation, which included Rev. 11:18. Not only that she showed us a bunch of her gorgeous artwork - and then she turned us down. Just about broke my heart. I had to repeat to myself, mantra-fashion, that "no one will die who does not richly deserve it," but things were never quite the same for me afterwards.
The other thing that stuck in my craw was all the damn barbed wire around the Golden Rule . If I was supposed to "Do to others as I would have them do to me," why couldn't I give to charity, donate blood, or make friends with my worldly neighbors? Why couldn't I have intellectual and artistic freedom, and why did I have to look down on others for exercising theirs?
As a child and a teen, I was shy and kept to myself. Would that still be the case if the jaydubs hadn't f*cked me over, or would I have outgrown it long ago?
Yes, I've been out for ten years and I'm still angry, because I am still working on reclaiming all the gifts of humanity that they stole from me.
That I let them steal from me.
gently f eral