so.... i took my mom to the doctor today, and my grandma (adopted) walked in, looked right at me and just looked away.
no smile, nothing....
this is the woman whom i have taken to the hospital, whom i have stayed with time after time when she had surgery so i could help her, whom has known me since i was tiny..... can you imagine not even smiling or acknowledging someone you have known since infancy, who has shown so much love and loyalty for you over the years?
teacher once told me less than 10% of people really try to understand.. most jump to conclusions coz that's how they're conditioned from way back.. few will change whether you're in jwo or outside.. it's the way we tick!.
that 90% are everywhere in different measure.. ain't it the same the world over?.
several month ago i finally got up the courage to speak to my parents about the reasons i left the borg.
up until then things were brewing up inside me to the point where i thought i would explode in rage.. even though they were aware of the basic reasons they still had no idea about how angry i was.. friday afternoon i started by asking my mother that i would like to arrange a meeting between the 2 of them and my wife and i to discuss the 't'.
i didn't want to get into detail at this stage because it would be unfair on just her without my elder dad being there.
a recent post by jcanon (of all people, lol) jogged my memory and brought back (repressed?
) memories from when i was just a kid.
i remembered that i was constantly thinking - thinking of all that i learned as a jw (and at school/elsewhere), but i was always able to look at it from "outside the box" even as a kid.
tis the season, so to speak.. this is the time of year the darkness descends like a proclamation of doom, and the light retreats like a rank and filer encountering an actual, thinking, reasoning person during the failed misery.. i don't exactly operate at a hundred percent in the dark and cold, ironic considering where i live.. so one day, we have a relatively clear parking pad, and the next we get a ton of white shit dumped on us.. such lovely fun, shoveling all the global warming from the drive.. got to take the truck out and let it strut it's stuff, that bad ol' aposta-truck was in it's element and unstoppable.
like the unfailing assault of reason on the last tendrils of mind control left in my wetware.. see, i've been thinking again, in spite of all the trouble it's gotten me in before it's a hard habit to break.
i drive around and everybody is getting their christmas on, and i have always felt so smug that i 'knew better'.. see, here is the witless take; you gotta get all vestiges of pagan influence out of your life, no saturnalia, no lupercalia, no all hallows eve, no 'bless you' to a sneeze, no 'pot lucks', bleh blah yadda.. yet, every day of the week and month of the year is named for a pagan deity, the planets are too.