When JW's came to our door, they were robotic, with small, artificial smiles, looking and sounding like bad actors in a high school play. They always gave me the chills. Reminded me of the reptiles in the zoo.
There was one who used to come knocking and my mother would sometimes invite her in. This JW was seriously overweight and grateful for a place to sit for an hour or two. She was never in any hurry to leave. My mother was lonely so was glad for the company, as long as she could keep the conversation away from religion.
Funny, the JW didn't seem to mind spending an hour or more every week or two NOT discussing religion and NOT knocking on any more doors.
One time the JW brought a companion who insisted on sharing in great detail what was going to happen REALLY SOON to anyone who wasn't JW. I was frightened by the terrifying mental pictures created, to the point of suggesting maybe we should go to their church and hear more so it wouldn't happen to us.
Luckily for me, my mother merely laughed and said, "Oh, they've been saying that since I was a little girl!" My fear evaporated, never to return.
Years later, when my sister became a JW, she was divorced for the second time, with two young children, living on welfare, far from family, without a high school diploma or means of independent support, no real future, and a past that had been anything but happy. The message of a JW-style paradise must have looked awfully good.
Sadly, she still is one, but if they knew the things she now says and writes to me, she'd be booted out.
I have hope.
Susan