My story begins like this. I was missing 2 important peices of mail. One was my credit card, the other was a cell phone I'm getting from a friend. I was going to the kingdom hall because it was on the way to my destination, which was a mountian bike park, just to ask my mom if she handled my mail. I asked 2 girls that were in front the hall if they could get my mom. They looked at me in a very snobbish manner. I then saw people who knew me since I was a little boy treat me as though I was some kind of axe murderer. I just wanted to fetch my mother and I'm treated like I have some kind of fatal, infectious disease. Hell, I wasn't even disfellowshipped. I simply stopped attending.
It was the most surreal thing I ever saw. You keep on hearing that the religion's a cult and you know it's a cult, but you can't get the full extent of it until you see it. I was actually treated like I didn't exist.
I was filled with moral outrage. I told the elders how the actions by the people in the congregation further cemented my reasons why I don't believe in the religion.
They asked to talk to me about why I don't believe in the religion. I gave them my phone number and they're coming this weekend.
I have a little UN styled suprise for them, if you know what I mean.