i remember once in berlin south germany there was a local needs part for the men only, and how they should use the toilet.
in all seriousness for ten minutes a retarded nigerian was going on about how men need to sit down when using the toilet.
no mention of anything else.. it transpired that some little kraut boy from an "interested" family would aim for the side of the toilet and leave a great big puddle for others to clean up.
While in the process of fading we moved to a new state and attended a new hall. It was a struggle to get to the hall on time, so we came in late and sat in the library not to cause a disruption.
The first local needs part was about coming in late and sitting in the library. That was never a problem again because I did not go back to the hall. Thanks for the great welcome a##hole.
i understand people love their family but i also don't understand why you end up caring in the end.
i'm ready to leave and i 100% don't expecting my family to have any contact with me nor do i want them to contact me.
if they are going to chose a man made religion over me, that's their choice and i will sleep easy at night.
My parents passed away prior to me learning the TATT and my brother left years before I abandoned the Borg. Even as a JW, I was never close to the remaining JW aunts. So, my experience is not similar to others.
But, shunning from the immediate family is a big deal. It is a shameful activity.
i have a certain customer, whom we will call sally.
i know sally only by face and only through work.
i am a truck driver on a local dedicated route, and i often deliver to her work.
The JW community also hates it when you are successful in your post-JW life. Remember that living a successful life is the greatest revenge.
not too long ago, i posted a topic where i pointed out that there are about 1 million xjws alive right now.
that number only represented the disfellowshipped ones... didn't account for those who had become publishers and left or anyone else who got hurt by that group by proxy.
so, why are there so few of them online?
I am sure that most exJWs just want to get on with their lives. I occasionally view the videos you mention, but I have no desire to become active. I am not even sure what I need to be active in? For example, I am not going to waste my time trying to convert those still in the cult.
I keep track of what goes on here, but if you checked my posting frequency I don't have a lot to say.
after 5 months of struggling, yesterday i was paid to perform.
for those who saw the last video i hope you see an improvement.. would love feedback as always.
the first 2 minutes is on my life as a former jw.. cheers.
good job and good luck on your career.
in 1967 i had the misfortune of being born with a watchtower stuck in my ass.
it took 45 years for me to realize, "hey!
there's a watchtower stuck in my ass!
Great analogy.
I was born in, and discovered the smelly protrusion when I was a 35 year old elder. It took me another 10 years to finally pull it out. I have now been free for 15 years. Yikes, that makes me 60.
The example in the lower left corner looks pornographic.
we all know just hoe dangerous emojis are right??
well, thankfully, "jehovah's organization" have lovingly provided a step by step worksheet to help!.
https://www.jw.org/en/bible-teachings/family/teenagers/worksheets/friendly-or-flirtatious/.
You gotta be kidding.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7j54qnhasng.
so, i saw this ad and it felt so uncomfortably familiar.
and weird somehow.
Maybe Caleb's family figured the couldn't survive on a Betlelite's salary and decided to take on a few side jobs.
my mom, while pregnant with me, was one of thousands of jw volunteers to work on the construction of this once beautiful assembly hall in south florida circa 1984. it had a beautiful pond, waterfall, and even a resident alligator.
many remember it as well for it's huge plaster murals on the walls showing scenes of paradises.. pics as it was before (sorry for the low quality, struggled to find good pics of the auditorium as it was, if you have any good ones, do share them):.
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The last "elders' school" I attended was at this assembly hall. What a dreadful memory.
