I read through these and really see a different side of conventions. As a teenager in a metropitain area it was always fun. We never had to travel and it was relaxing weekend where not much was expected... got to work with friends doing ‘grown up’ things and felt useful. I can definitely see the other side through some of these experiances... i never had a negative experiance (although they did grow tedious as i got older) until this year.
its not “bad” as far as some of the others expressed here but it left a bad taste for me personally. Ive long since stopped going to meetings although i still have a very few people who call me a friend dispite my beard and lack of care for the org. I ended up having to drop off my daughter at the DC this year (not my fsv choice but a long discussion). when i approached the venue in Richmond va i ended up having to carry her suit case to the coliseum. Besr in mind i spent a decade as an elder with these people. I spent longer as a ms. I gave talks in that very venue. I worked shoulder to shoulder with the clowns who are ‘attendants’ and was off and on the head of “obervation” (the jw word for security).
So as i walk up, carying my daighters suit case, dressed in a suit myself for what ots worth, i am immediately approached by a clown (who knows me!) and asked “do you need help finding a seat?” Bear in mind im outside. As in full on outside the venue, close to 500 feet from the first door. I roll my eyes as i know the jw vernacular and I Conducted the meeting that inteoduced that phrase many years ago. Dumbass. Whatever. I roll my eyes and say no and keep walking. He panics and pulls his phone out. This guy knows me, keep in mind.
I dont want to walk in and deal with this shit on any level. I try to txt my daighter and get her to come meet me and retrieve her suit case so i can get the hell on with my day... shes not responding. I managed to get a hold of someone who saw where they were sitting... sigh... ok fine. I walk in and start to head around to where i think i will find her... i am immediatetly surrounded by 7 “brothers” FIVE OF WHOM KNOW ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I give them a look of ‘really boys’? And one of them looks at the others and says “oh i know him, hes ok”. Meanwhile two other people dragging suitcases go by without a word....
i get the security thought process but for fuck sake but really... they know me. Personally. This was so goddamn necessary. And what a way to be welcoming to someone who may have been a visitor.... i admit it wasnt a big deal but to be surrounded and treated like a criminal or a terrorist...? I will never set foot at a DC again and if i can get my kids out of if i damn sure will. Fucking asshats