"Within 10 minutes of the start of the boasting session, we were confronted by an overzealous snot-nosed punk attendant who had to be at least 17years"
Reminds me of last time I attended a disctrict assembly (1996, which seems like a lifetime ago)
I'd long since became inactive and hadn't bothered attending one of these things for a couple of years, I'd also recently moved house and as part of trying to get my life back in order I got it into my head that maybe a change in congregation was needed to renew my faith.
To cut a long story short I never quite got around to attending my local kingdom hall but did a few weeks after moving get a leaflet about that years district convention shoved through my door. Said convention turned out to be at the Manchester MEN Arena, literally 10 minutes bus ride followed by a 10 minute walk across the city centre from my new house so I decided to attend the last day as after all they were having a "drama presentation" and as a "member of the public" (didn't really regard myself as a JW anymore at that point) I was "invited to attend".
The MEN Arena is a massive 20,000 seat concrete carbuncle built ontop of the city's Victoria Railway Station meaning that, in those pre-disability access act days, the only way to reach the entrance hall from street level was up a massive flight of stone steps. As soon as I reached the top steps I found my way blocked by two teenaged ID badged turds "politely" asking me if I required the box office.
I didn't really think anything of it, I simply explained I was Brother **** ****** previously of ****** **** congregation and that while I was inactive I had decided to attend the convention to see if it would help me to renew my faith. They seemed a little dubious as by that time I'd let my hair grow down to my shoulders, was developing a nice goatee beard (something that had coursed concern for my spiritual welfare at my congregation) and was wearing a corduroy jacket and Doc Martin boots rather than the regulation suit and tie a brother is supposed to wear.
But looking back both as a much more self-aware 38 year old and as someone a lot more knowledgeable about how people and the Watchtower Society work I can see that those two stuck-up little twits were making a value judgment about me. They saw me and thought "he couldn't be one of us/he couldn't be interested in our work" And maybe this is just paranoid but I do believe at the very least my presence was noted and I was probably observed for at least part of the time I was there.
So did I find the spiritual renewal I longed for? Hell no, the only people I saw from my congregation blanked me, the talks were just as boring as I remembered them being and I went for a curry rather than stay for the afternoon session.
I'm so glad I'm out.