I can see the hypocrits and I can see those that truely feel that this is the way for them. Like any other religion, I think that if it gives people hope, it's not hurting anything. But the policies they enforce usually hurt more then help, and I can see that clearer then a lot of people I know. My brother and sister are both still disfellowshipped, and I see the hurt in my mom's eyes when my father freaks out if she checks on them. I know me living on the streets wasn't what my parents had in mind for me, but they wouldn't take me back into the house until I conceded to the "fact" that I "needed Jehovah to survive". Now I'm trying to go off to college, but they won't support it or even talk about it, and it just puts up more walls. I mainly came back to make my dad proud of me, because I realize that they have so much hurt in their lives with my brother and sister, but at the same time I know they could change it and it shouldn't be up to me. I feel like it is however, so I am back in the congregation, hanging out with friends. Of course I still do things that I want to, sneak off to Seattle to see my part of the "world", and drugs are still a small part of my life. I guess I feel that if me pretending to do this will make my parents happy, I can deal with it for 3 more months till I'm off to college and I can do my own thing without them knowing. Thank you for your interest haha, and I love hearing your stories. The sex in field service is my favorite, brings back some naughty memories.
