Mike: I realize these are not the entirety of your posts, but as someone not a part of the JW religion I see this as painting a very bleak picture. I know perception can be a part of a person's "reality".
I know you are sincere in these views. "The World" is not a perfect place. But please, if you are depressed, get help. I have friends. Certainly not many. But for those who have let me see into their lives, I have found none who are "simply hedonists with no goals, ethics or spirituality..."
Some of these are highly religious, some not at all. My friends are people, a mix of good and bad. I don't mean to come off as a know it all. I have been very depressed at times. And I have no understanding of what Jehovah's Witnesses go through.
But you sound very depressed. Please get help if you are. And I have the same concerns for anyone who sees the world as you do. As far as I can tell there is at least one other poster on this thread who may feel this way.
I suppose I could be depressed, but I feel so much better than I did just four years ago that it's really hard to see myself that way.
But you are right, it is a matter of viewpoint. I think someone who loves to drink, do drugs, buy things and have lots of casual sex would have a fairly optimistic view of a world like this. The problem is not with the world, but with myself. I know that I just don't belong here. My incarnation on this planet must have been some kind of mistake.
But here I am and I have to make the best of it. I don't want to adjust and become the type of person who would feel at home here so I've found that the best coping strategy is to ignore my surroundings as much as possible and immerse myself in the activities that do give me pleasure: reading, taking long walks in nature, writing poetry, indulging in a warm pot of tea. There are worthwhile things in this world, but it obviously is not optimized for my personal fulfillment. It doesn't make me depressed; discontent would be a better description of the way I feel. Dukkha (as the Buddha used it) would be even better. I'm not suicidal, but neither am I dreading death.
Oh, and I've sought help but to no avail. Most psychiatrist seem to be little better than drug pushers. They tried to get me hooked on medication that did nothing for my mood, but did make me sick. There might be some genuinely helpful mental health specialists out there, but most of the ones I have encountered were quacks.