Vaping is not allowed in the congregation I came from. I was told that I was still basically smoking by having this e cigarette between my fingers. Actually, I was accused of smoking real cigarettes because of it. I had quit and found the comfort of a e cigarette helped a great deal.
At the time of the accusation I was staying with a JW family and going through that book that has all the baptism questions. I was their daughter, a fifty year old, nasty minded woman who disliked me on sight that caused all the problems about smoking.
One night I was sitting in my room at the computer. I had my e cig in my hand and the battery was running low. Just before I plugged it into the computer to recharge......She bounced up from outside my window and said........" Don't you think you should put that cigarette out, now that you've been caught red handed?"
I said to her......." Don't you think it's creepy stalking me? You've been doing it since I got here three weeks ago" I told her I was not smoking. She said I was ...........And so it went. I was furious with her and wanted to say much more. I knew I was not smoking, but a part of me refused to give her an explanation out of stubbornness and a feeling of rightness on my part.
She had this horrible way of eating too. She would be up early in the morning for work. Her head would be over the kitchen sink, her back hunched up like....like.....a hog. That's the only way to describe her at the moment. The reason she was bent over the sink was because she had this huge cake mixing bowl full of cereal, milk and sugar in it. She was scooping the stuff so fast into her mouth that it was splashing on the drain and her face as she shovelled that cereal into her gob. It was disgusting to hear and see. She was a hefty woman.....actually she was more like a man.
I took the issue to the elders when she started spreading false rumours about my smoking. Two of them were good about it as it seemed she was a bit of a trouble maker. But she and her family were so much entrenched in the congregation that the elders did no more than give a mild rebuke to her.
I refuse to this day to justify what I was holding in my hand the night she stalked me. Later on in the week, it came to light that she and another sister had tossed my room looking for contraband. This is the only way I can put it.
