because i am still very much held a prisoner to past beliefs and practice, i dress in suit and tie and bring a briefcase on my frequent dates.. i talk business during the entire happy meal (macdonalds), displaying ad brochures and spreadsheets relative to whatever business plan i happen to be hawking that day.
i count the venture as a business expense and jws who frequent this fine diner know i am not on a date.
there are no smirks, no snickering, no knowing glances.
Thanks, NY44 and Bobcat, for your replies.
The above is based on fact, when I was asked out on dates. I did bring along a briefcase. As much as possible, I said "no" to dinner dates that took place in a restaurant.
Our restaurants are always loaded with JWs and they knew I could not remarry (per their rules).
Since I can finally laugh over love lost, this thread is meant to be in the humor category.
because i am still very much held a prisoner to past beliefs and practice, i dress in suit and tie and bring a briefcase on my frequent dates.. i talk business during the entire happy meal (macdonalds), displaying ad brochures and spreadsheets relative to whatever business plan i happen to be hawking that day.
i count the venture as a business expense and jws who frequent this fine diner know i am not on a date.
there are no smirks, no snickering, no knowing glances.
Because I am still very much held a prisoner to past beliefs and practice, I dress in suit and tie and bring a briefcase on my frequent dates.
I talk business during the entire Happy Meal (MacDonalds), displaying ad brochures and spreadsheets relative to whatever business plan I happen to be hawking that day. I count the venture as a business expense and JWs who frequent this fine diner know I AM NOT on a date. There are no smirks, no snickering, no knowing glances.
My table mates -- there are many, but not all on the same night -- will, on occasion, ask me, "How do I look?" or "May I have cheese on my burger?" I am not distracted from my goal to have a nice night out, chatting up a most willing audience, and ending the night hearing a warm "thank you," and receiving a firm, parting handshake.
There is no doubt in my mind that I am well within the confines of Jehovah's sheep pen.
i just 'liked' the same post 6 times in a row.. what a joke simon.
sort it out!.
Someone just now liked me!!!
i just 'liked' the same post 6 times in a row.. what a joke simon.
sort it out!.
My self-worth hinges on getting a "like."
My morale is very, very low now . . .
kind of got into it with my jw wife last night for the first time in a long time.. i try to not engage in conversations about doctrinal matters unless she asks me which she did.. anyway, i wont go into details but of course i am "not going to change her mind" and "why is it that you can't see when very smart people can?
" yada yada yada.
you probably can imagine.. it makes me so depressed.
Greetings, NikL:
I'm sorry about what you're going through, having been through the same, although I'm no longer married.
I hope you get many replies and will feel a sense of solidarity with us, as a result. Despite many tries of returning to "THE TRUTH" (because I couldn't bear to leave my friends and family), I am out totally. The only contact I have with them now is on Facebook, where I mind my theocratic p's and q's.
Best Wishes . . .
check out the latest watchtower:.
"your defense?
be determined to stick to jehovah’s organization and loyally support the leadership he provides—no matter what imperfections may surface.
Isn't a real man the guy who says, "I'm sorry. I'll make it right"?
of the 50% of congregants who regularly participate, many of them give gushing answers about how appreciative they are, how wonderful jw.org is and so on, which makes me think nobody in my congregation is awake.
but maybe it's possible for someone who comes across as super spiritual to be awake?
i can't see how, though, as surely it's emotionally draining to fake it like that?
I've mentioned these things before, but they seem apropos once again:
In one congregation, although I was never once given an official explanation, I was not called on by certain elders. This happened even when mine was the only hand up. In an oblique reference that I know was aimed at me, the WT conductor said, during the study, that someone may give good comments but actually be an apostate.
Later, in a different congregation, I was asked specifically by the WT conductor to raise my hand so that he could see it. My hair was very long and I had a full beard (still do). I would go into full JW-talk-and-walk mode, quoting relevant Scripture and publication references, as well as relating field experiences.
I didn't feel the hypocrite; it was deeply ingrained as part and parcel of my life since early childhood. I hadda keep the gush factor under control, however. I'm an ardent Mediterranean and bounce off walls and innocent bystanders.
hi, everyone.. i haven't posted here much in quite a while, but having just been laid low by injury, i'll likely be a frequent visitor for some time to come!.
two weeks ago, i was involved in a workplace accident that left me with my lower l.h.
leg fractured in three places (the tibia and fibular both broken clean through, plus another crack in the "neck" of the fibular for good measure!
Wishing you well, or better, Bungi Bill:
Yes, crazy how so many of us got this far w/o breaking a bone!
My neighbor -- half our age -- was chain setting in a wood. The first day he was on the job, a massive felled tree higher up began rolling down towards him. He tried jumping over it . . .
Anyway, he lived, recovered, and is back to work -- in an oil field.
Definitely, youth and bravado on his side.
Take care!
"sorry, what's disgusting?
", i replied.
"that thing we've just called on", the sister said in response.
It's possible that delightful woman is acquainted with closeted gays, JW or non-JW.
They'd be wise to keep their own counsel before the likes of her. If closeted JW gays, they and she might be very good friends. Why, however, they would want her company is beyond me. Of course, she would keep a safe distance from the contagion of all who don't love the true god and keep his righteous ways.
Hypothetical situation, maybe?
Edited to add: I'd curb my impulse to kick her to the kerb.
if there's one thing we can look back on and laugh and tell our kids it's the fact that knocking on strangers doors at inopportune times results in some funny or embarrassing experiences.
i'd be interested in hearing some of yours.
here's some of mine to get the ball rolling:.
Out in door-to-door, with a pretty sister my age, late teens. The usual plethora of not-at-homes. Typical morning, in "the work."
Two dogs show up and start following us, and we can't ditch them. When some householder finally opens the door, the dogs -- so it happens, male AND female -- begin copulating. The sister began laughing uncontrollably and ran off.
That's all I remember, four of "us" at the door, and then "we" became three . . .
