Posts by exwhyzee

They direct JWs to go Door-to-door to offer a magazine which tells people about their website which features this same magazine!

It all seems rather silly, don't you think?

That's kind of like calling someone on the phone to let them know you sent them an email.

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i'm 30 years old, and i was raised in the organization, my parents and grandparents are witnesses.. i grew up in a small town, and due to boredom or adhd or rebellion, i never took 2 minutes to look into the religion.. i always went to meetings and field service.

my parents were regular, but never "super-witnesses" so it was always the thing we did (meetings and service) not much more and nothing less.. the congregation, that i grew up in was for the most part friendly and enjoyable.. small towns, are very unique and they cannot be compared to larger city congregations.. i honk that they are a living and breathing organism, depending on the coordinators personality, so goes the personality of the congregation.

thi king back, most of the people in the town that i grew up were good people, just simple hard working & honest people... i really long for the innocence, of the time when this was the truth, and there were no worries.. driving to the conventions at 3 am with my dad and another brother, them slicing meat, me sneaking around the halls of the college, getting into all kinds of things.. conventions were a really special time for me... when i was young me and my friends would run around, messing around, pulling pranks on people, getting into forbidden areas.. running in the hall ways.

exwhyzee

What is worse, the likes of me and you (and I believe many on this forum) were even unique in the JW's. We actually believed it.

True...and many of us probably thought everyone else "got it" and there was something flawed in us for beleiving it yet at the same time not quite "getting it".

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My Story

by objectivetruth in

i'm 30 years old, and i was raised in the organization, my parents and grandparents are witnesses.. i grew up in a small town, and due to boredom or adhd or rebellion, i never took 2 minutes to look into the religion.. i always went to meetings and field service.

my parents were regular, but never "super-witnesses" so it was always the thing we did (meetings and service) not much more and nothing less.. the congregation, that i grew up in was for the most part friendly and enjoyable.. small towns, are very unique and they cannot be compared to larger city congregations.. i honk that they are a living and breathing organism, depending on the coordinators personality, so goes the personality of the congregation.

thi king back, most of the people in the town that i grew up were good people, just simple hard working & honest people... i really long for the innocence, of the time when this was the truth, and there were no worries.. driving to the conventions at 3 am with my dad and another brother, them slicing meat, me sneaking around the halls of the college, getting into all kinds of things.. conventions were a really special time for me... when i was young me and my friends would run around, messing around, pulling pranks on people, getting into forbidden areas.. running in the hall ways.

exwhyzee

Sorry....I couldn't resist...and apparently I was typing my little jokes while were still adding to your story. Anyway.....how wasthe kids Dad making things akward ? Was he Amish too...were they married?

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My Story

by objectivetruth in

i'm 30 years old, and i was raised in the organization, my parents and grandparents are witnesses.. i grew up in a small town, and due to boredom or adhd or rebellion, i never took 2 minutes to look into the religion.. i always went to meetings and field service.

my parents were regular, but never "super-witnesses" so it was always the thing we did (meetings and service) not much more and nothing less.. the congregation, that i grew up in was for the most part friendly and enjoyable.. small towns, are very unique and they cannot be compared to larger city congregations.. i honk that they are a living and breathing organism, depending on the coordinators personality, so goes the personality of the congregation.

thi king back, most of the people in the town that i grew up were good people, just simple hard working & honest people... i really long for the innocence, of the time when this was the truth, and there were no worries.. driving to the conventions at 3 am with my dad and another brother, them slicing meat, me sneaking around the halls of the college, getting into all kinds of things.. conventions were a really special time for me... when i was young me and my friends would run around, messing around, pulling pranks on people, getting into forbidden areas.. running in the hall ways.

exwhyzee

I would have thought instead of one JW boy, the fantasy of a fallen Amish girl would have been to have 2 Mennonites ( 2 Men...a-nites) LOL !

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My Story

by objectivetruth in

i'm 30 years old, and i was raised in the organization, my parents and grandparents are witnesses.. i grew up in a small town, and due to boredom or adhd or rebellion, i never took 2 minutes to look into the religion.. i always went to meetings and field service.

my parents were regular, but never "super-witnesses" so it was always the thing we did (meetings and service) not much more and nothing less.. the congregation, that i grew up in was for the most part friendly and enjoyable.. small towns, are very unique and they cannot be compared to larger city congregations.. i honk that they are a living and breathing organism, depending on the coordinators personality, so goes the personality of the congregation.

thi king back, most of the people in the town that i grew up were good people, just simple hard working & honest people... i really long for the innocence, of the time when this was the truth, and there were no worries.. driving to the conventions at 3 am with my dad and another brother, them slicing meat, me sneaking around the halls of the college, getting into all kinds of things.. conventions were a really special time for me... when i was young me and my friends would run around, messing around, pulling pranks on people, getting into forbidden areas.. running in the hall ways.

exwhyzee

She wasn't Mormon but she was raised Omish! I meet her at a strip Club. As she gave me a Lap Dance, she told me the Sad Stories of Omish shunning, and I related the sad stories of JW Shunning. After dating her for about a month, I invited her to a Meeting.. she agreed.

I'm beginning to think you're making this story up ....let me guess.....this "Amish Stripper" dumped you because you drove her buggy ?? LOL !

She changed into a dress and we went to meeting.

I'll bet the dress had long sleeves since everyone knows the Amish don't beleive in "bearing arms".

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My Story

by objectivetruth in

i'm 30 years old, and i was raised in the organization, my parents and grandparents are witnesses.. i grew up in a small town, and due to boredom or adhd or rebellion, i never took 2 minutes to look into the religion.. i always went to meetings and field service.

my parents were regular, but never "super-witnesses" so it was always the thing we did (meetings and service) not much more and nothing less.. the congregation, that i grew up in was for the most part friendly and enjoyable.. small towns, are very unique and they cannot be compared to larger city congregations.. i honk that they are a living and breathing organism, depending on the coordinators personality, so goes the personality of the congregation.

thi king back, most of the people in the town that i grew up were good people, just simple hard working & honest people... i really long for the innocence, of the time when this was the truth, and there were no worries.. driving to the conventions at 3 am with my dad and another brother, them slicing meat, me sneaking around the halls of the college, getting into all kinds of things.. conventions were a really special time for me... when i was young me and my friends would run around, messing around, pulling pranks on people, getting into forbidden areas.. running in the hall ways.

exwhyzee

Maybe I just mist the InnocenCE of being a child.

Exactly...I think we all do miss it in some form or another. Maybe just to satisfy your curiosity you can attend an assembly where you don't know anyone. You'd really find out what your true feelings are about the experience when you attend an assembly that is free of the influence of friends and family with whom you have emotional ties. It might be like watching a movie in a theater alone where you get so much more out of it because you aren't concerned about anyone elses opinion other than your own.

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My Story

by objectivetruth in

i'm 30 years old, and i was raised in the organization, my parents and grandparents are witnesses.. i grew up in a small town, and due to boredom or adhd or rebellion, i never took 2 minutes to look into the religion.. i always went to meetings and field service.

my parents were regular, but never "super-witnesses" so it was always the thing we did (meetings and service) not much more and nothing less.. the congregation, that i grew up in was for the most part friendly and enjoyable.. small towns, are very unique and they cannot be compared to larger city congregations.. i honk that they are a living and breathing organism, depending on the coordinators personality, so goes the personality of the congregation.

thi king back, most of the people in the town that i grew up were good people, just simple hard working & honest people... i really long for the innocence, of the time when this was the truth, and there were no worries.. driving to the conventions at 3 am with my dad and another brother, them slicing meat, me sneaking around the halls of the college, getting into all kinds of things.. conventions were a really special time for me... when i was young me and my friends would run around, messing around, pulling pranks on people, getting into forbidden areas.. running in the hall ways.

exwhyzee

Thanks for sharing your story objectivetruth. The saying "you can't go home again" comes to mind when reading your recollections of growing up as a JW. No matter what situation a person was in, as a kid, they almost always manage to find something to look back upon, fondly. Even children who grew up in abusive homes and during war time manage to eke out a bit of fun for themselves of find something that makes their existence bearable. The one ordinary little thing that was good in their life, becomes a strong lifelong memory and can often be the very thing that kept them sane.

Sometime we idealize the experiences of our childhood. If you'd have grown up as a Mormon or in a family that (for example) campaigned heavily for the Democratic party or that ran a soup kitchen for the homeles, you would now be looking back fondly on all those nice people you met, the places you went or the experiences you had during that time, rather than on your JW related memories as you do now. The thing to remember is that just because you are able to look back on your past with such fondness, doesn't mean you need to go back there to be happy again, or that it was necessarily the right path for you to continue on, for an entire lifetime.

A lot of us can look back on our highschool days with fondness but towards the end of them, we wanted to move on and even though we have fond memories of those days, we wouldn't want to go back to them. If we were somehow able to, we would soon realize that it's better to hold memories than to relive them. Sometimes it's enough to be thankful we are able to find something good about our past . justas you are able to

Relating these stories can sometimes be quite draining...hopefully you will be able to find the energy to continue with yours. So far....so good.

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Do you think US Dollar will collapse on July 1st?

by Iamallcool in

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friends

if you do not know what i am talking about, google about it.

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exwhyzee

-A six-pack of beer cost $1.49 (1978)
-One movie ticket cost $1 (Chicago, 1978)
-One pound of coffee cost $1.40

-$1 in 1975 = $3.98 today

Interesting....a six pack of beer cost $ 1.49 in 1978 and the average American worker was making about $6.50 per hour. Today the average American makes about $24.00 per hour and a sixpac is aproximately $6.00. which means (if my math is correct) a sixpack of beer costs about .54 cents more now than it did in 1978.

http://www.davemanuel.com/median-household-income.php