first off i would like to thank you all for your replies and the warm welcome.
i was not expecting this.
i wasn?t expecting you to cuss me out either, but anyway thanks.
You won't find much positive in favor of staying in....I'd suggest a few other sites for that...problem is, if the posters on those sites were out in the open, they'd get run off too. That just goes to show what the org is all about: No dissent, even if you do want to try to make the best of it.
You're very welcome here....I found that out quickly...
1. people who call during the last seconds of a movie or overtime hockey game.
2. That Mutha****a who wrecked my mom's 1968 Hemi Barracuda with an El Camino.
3. Players who miss a penalty kick.
4. Any beeyotch who breaks up with you the week before finals.
5. Brett Hull.
6. Kenneth Starr
7. My old service overseer (you're why I'm leaving, you @$$#0!%!)
8. People who begin fake charities and pocket the loot.
9. Godfather III
10. Women who tease...no, that's not right...I forgive 'em all the time.
today is a lazy rainy sunday here.
so i splurged and watched the first 6 episodes of last season's 24. costco had the whole first season on dvd for only $39.99 the other day, so i got it.
that seems to me to be a bargain compared to some of the other shows on sale.
PREVIOUSLY ON JWD 24:
(uh, just scroll above)
"The following takes place between 6 p.m. and 7 p.m. Events occur in real time"
<BADGER waits across the street from his apartment. Brother Gestapo leaves the apartment. BADGER pulls in.>
BADGER: <entering> What's going on?
BADGER'S JW ROOMIE: He was giving me the third degree about you, sister Hollow and brother Frontin'
BADGER: <taking off ID> What did he want with us?
ROOMIE: He was asking about "the bookstore"
<BADGER splashes water on face, scowls into mirror, and wheels around to the dresser>
ROOMIE: What's going on? are you apostate?
BADGER: No more than you...
ROOMIE: Then what went on?
BADGER: <looking right at ROOMIE> why do you want to know?
<Triple split screen shot of ROOMIE looking frightened, Sister Hollow putting on shoes, and Brother Frontin' finishing spaghetti.>
(beep...beep...beep...beep...beep...beep.)
VALIS:
20 Intel
20 Char
20 Wis
20 Con
20 Str
20 Dex
let's face it, we all rock, and we know it!
try this test on emode.. http://www.emode.com/tests/rockstar/authorize/register.jsp?url=/tests/rockstar/index.jsp.
oh yeah, the rock star in you is definitely the ultimate bad boy, eminem.
Chris Isaak!
Oooh, you're smooth! The rock star part of you is all charm, and all Chris Isaak. That slow smile and sensual nature are absolutely intoxicating, especially to the ladies. They can't get enough of you and that dreamy smile.
Not bad for a 39% Major Geek...
have you ever wondered what your iq is?
or at least what the "professionals" claim it could be?
if you didn't have or take the opportunity to acquire a formal education, have your life experiences increased your iq?
I had mine tested when I was 8.. something like 153...
"Isn't that wonderful?" BULL$#!+. It SUCKS. All of a sudden, you owe the world something because you actually pay attention and can figure things out a little quicker. Reading at three isn't a blessing...it's a curse. God forbid you be different.
Growing up in the org doubles that... You always have doubts by virtue of your racing mind, making you worthless in the elder's eyes, but because you have these talents that Jehovah gave you, "well, brother, you're smart, so you should be a GREAT pioneer..."
My dad, God Bless him, never could make the connection that just because I can write, imagine things and comprehend verbosity, that somehoow meant I could clean, rake, mow and work faster.
I try to use my gifts to the fullest...but there are a lot of times I would have swapped it for an 115 IQ, a few more freinds, a little less uncertanity and a feeling that I fit in. Knowing the right answer in class gets you the same look from others as if you had just foamed at the mouth, I've found.
"Intellegence has fewer practical applications in the world than you'd think." -- Scott Adams.
a jw relative brought out something i actually had to agree with.
we were discussing positive vs. negative aspects of the "truth".
she brought out that the witnesses do not participate in war, and i thought 'gee, that's probably a good thing'.
I wouldn't say the witnesses accept it...but they aren't nearly as just in dealing with it as they should be.
its been quite a while since i was a regular poster here and there are a ton of new people that i dont know so i thought i'd re introduce myself since i've been hanging around a little more regular lately.
hi, i'm flower and i'm an apostate .
i am currently almost 2 years an exjw and talk about a roller coaster ride.
(((((Flower))))) I love hearing people's stories...I'll tell mine one day....
when i was a jw it was pretty much a weekly thing in the cold weather months for different congregations(actually someone within the congregation) to rent a gym for th bros to play ball.
i really like playing ball.
when i left, that as something i actually missed.
They do take it seriously, and a good reason for this...
at least six brothers close to my age at my hometown congo wwould have played H.S. ball (any sport...myself, football and soccer), and this was our only slightly competitive outlet. Therefore, it was the only way to let off steam. If we had been allowed to play competitvely, we would have probably taken it easier and not been a serious with it..
I tried to organize soccer games with the Spanish congo that met in our hall. it was a blast. It was rough at first (teams were pretty much along congregational lines), but as we got to do it more regularly, it was more relaxed. The teams became more mixed, we always went to eat afterward, and really got along.
Then a C.O. visit...one sister (who didn't have any connection to the players whatsoever) complained. The C.O. said it could raise "Competitve spirits." I answered back, "If we as witnesses weren't competitive, then how do we justify competing fwith the world for the sheeplike ones in service?" Shortly after that, I stepped down.
Now I'm a soccer coach at our school. I look back at regret with not getting to play sports in school, but what can I do about it now? Just have as much fun as I can, I guess.
BTW: did you know the Bethel Gym has a restriction on dunking? Says it's the "spirit of the world." So when I temped and played, I crossed over a lot and finger rolled.
for as long as i can remember i think i've always fought for the underdog in most situations i've come across in my 33 years of life.....right from back at school, i would be-friend the looser in the class, because i felt sorry for them, and maybe because they were different.
i guess i stood out as different at the same time and maybe that was the case why, not going into school assemblies, us witnesses would sit in the "enterance hall" and have to go in after the whole school had said the lords prayer and hymn, in we'd file past all of the school all 9 of us, and i can remember other kids hissing "jo-bo" "jew" "jo-vo" etc etc at us as we filed past whilst everyone sat down.
i'd still hold my head up.. in my teens it sort of got worse, and of course i was coming to terms with my own "what direction am i gonna take in life" scenario.....this too created conflict, not just with my peers, but later with my family with all the "haven't you got a girlfriend yet" "whats wrong with you" comments....still i'd steel my resolve.. in my 20's, i started my nurse training believe it or not after being pushed into a building and construction course that i quickly abandoned (suprise it wasn't quite me, despite sticking it for a year) 1994 i qualified as a r.n despite family and friends looking at me in a strange way (you're a man, you can't possibly be a nurse!!
Scoob:
Don't be so quick to write off those that happen to simply disagree with you, either...
