Try it for a while. Go to the hall on Sundays. Enjoy the fellowship. See how long before they insist on more meeting attendance. Before they insist on going in service. Before they insist on joining the "school". Before they insist you reach out for more "privileges". As long as you toe the line, things will be great. As soon as you resist, you'll see the good times end. You'll be "marked". Maybe even unofficially shunned by the more zealous types.
Undercover. Excellent and right on target. Scoob, if you are still out there listening. What is described by Undercover is exactly what happened to me. I was inactive about 2 years ago. It had been about 6-7 months and I went the memorial. I got all caught up in the emotion of it. I think it's like going back to an old bad relationship. At first it feels so good and comforting. Especially after a break. But then slowly it starts coming back to you. Right after that, I started attending Sunday's. It felt good. Then the elders "encouraged" me to start coming during the week. So I did. Next...they wanted me out in Field Service. I resisted at first because I HATED field service my whole life. But, like a good R&F I started going again. Of course, this was only after an elder took me aside to make sure that I hadn't been doing anything immoral while I was inactive and could still be considered in good standing. I even started a study with someone at work. Boy, oh, boy....I was really busy again. I was going nuts after a few months. Was this enough??? Nooooooooo. Not too long later, at a picnic I was dragged to the school overseer "insisted" I join the school.
Side point - I hated all of the extra "association" I felt pressured to participate in "after book study pizza nite" "so and so's shower" "picnics" - I had worldy friends from my period of inactivity and I felt fake at witness gatherings. I had nothing in common and felt I wasn't being myself.
Anyway...I wouldn't be surprised if you end up right back where you started. I did. I cracked after they insisted I joined the school. I realized it would never end. Even if I quit my job, sold all of my possessions, and went preaching in Iraq, they would still find a way to make me feel like I wasn't doing enough and needed to reach out more. It all starts with attending the memorial and the little "feel good" that happens. It's short lived....and it's all vanity and striving after the wind. Just like King Solomon said.