It's gonna be all right

 

Well peeps, I went to the Kindom Hall tonight, not to actually meet with the judicial comittee convened in my honor, but rather just to hand deliver a letter to the chairman of said comittee, telling them that they had  "hurt my feelings by choosing to 'judge' me, when they hadn't even really seen me in about five years."  *snif*  Also telling them to "lay off, man".

I really didn't know how to handle this situation, which I'd only first heard about 2 days ago.  So, I did what I do best, nothing, via procrastination.  I spoke with a lawyer friend, but that didn't really tell me how to handle it.  I read all the advice from you guys, but that didn't really tell me how to handle it.  Finally, I handed it over to Jesus, and after a few swigs of plum liquer, at 6:30 pm this evening I had the courage to call the chairman and leave a message on his phone telling him I wouldn't be able to meet on such short notice, but that I would like to meet (I lied a little bit there). 

After the call though, I got to thinking that I'd like to tell them a little bit of my mind, so at about 8pm I started writing a letter to the chairman and his henchmen.  By 9:15, I thought the letter said what needed to be said, so I put on cowboy boots instead of running shoes (I was in pretty raggedy work clothes, I had intended to shave and at least dress business casual, but just didn't have the time.  The rugged look was probably better anyway, why even pretend to respect their formality?) and headed to the kingdom hall, where I figured they would probably be going ahead with the comittee meeting at 9:30.  

The hall was still fairly full at that point.  I immediately ran into someone I remembered (though I couldn't remember his name), a guy way to nice to ever end up as an elder.  He said he'd seen me on TV about a year ago, I joked in passing (I was intent on finding the elder and handing him the letter and leaving) that he'd probably seen me in pictures at the post office too.  See? Hahah, I got jokes, even if I am apostate scum.   My mom came up to me, a little surprised that I'd shown up I think, and I asked her if she'd seen ******* ********* ?   A woman talking in a group heard me and said "oh, you mean the good looking guy?", and then let me know that she was his wife.  I joked that, "yeah, that was what I was thinking", and then my mom pointed out the star chamber to me (the hall has been remodeled/changed since I've been in it), and said "I guess you just knock on the door", lol.  

So I knocked on the door, but I didn't wait, I just opened it and entered.  The entire elder body was sitting at the conference table, urging some underage ministerial servant to "loosen up that frilly french gown"... after that, I'm blocking out a period of time I think, it was just too horrible.  Then I handed my envelope to the Chairman elder dude who I'd never met before Sunday morning and got the hell out of there.  Part of this paragraph is true, and part of it is just me seeing if you're paying attention.  They certainly were paying attention.  "To the flock" indeed!

It seems a bit odd that they were having an elders meeting?  Perhaps they scheduled one right after the meeting anyway, and then were going to meet with me after?   Or he got my phone message, and called an elders meeting to confer on how to proceed?  Or, since there aren't really limits to the size of a comittee, they were all going to meet with me?  That seems unlikely.  Maybe they were just horny?

For strategic reasons, I'm not going to share my letter with the forum, at least not until this has all worked itself out.  If I know you, I will share it with you privately, with certain sensitive verbage about sheep and goats and Rod Stewart stricken.  Hah, that's Hillary Step's sick fantasy, to see Rod Stewart stricken.

Aint nobody gonna stop us now, so loosen up that frilly french gown

 

ps... this evening, actually all thru this, my mind has been fairly calm, even if irritated because I don't have time to deal with it, and I've been confused about what to do.  But what is kind of weird is how much my body just automatically responded to the situation as I was heading to and into the KH... shaky inside, heart pounding.  Just a reminder of how obscene the whole scene is.  Wankers.

Six,

I expected you to be more original like send your letter to the elder body via strip-o-gram. You're loosing your touch.

Good job dude!

Dave

Ditto to that. I am thinking there is nothing and no one that can make me go back.

Congratulations on having the courage to handle the situation so well. Just remember they have no power over you and dont let them have the satisfaction of even thinking they are anything less than powerless here.

I think if I, for whatever strange or bizarre reason, found that I had to go to a Kingdom Hall I'd get a big silver cross and hold it out in front of me the whole time I was in there! Mav

(((((Six)))))  I know how hard that was.  I get irritated with myself when I react that way but it's just stress, pure and simple.  Your body is telling you this is a nasty situation (which we all knew anyway).  Good for you for writing a letter.  And hand delivering it right into the nest of JW's took real guts!!!

Nina

:And hand delivering it right into the nest of JW's took real guts!!!


Yes, well, don't ever let me tell you that there is no downside to procrastination again! lol

The next time you pull a stunt like this, take your camera to the big event. You are a photographer for crying out loud !!!    Bug

Sixy, I'd say walking into the belly of the beast and handing the entire elder body your letter has got to rate a 9.7 on the Sphincter Scale.

Don't be irritated with yourself. We don't have scriptwriters to come up with the perfect thing off-the-cuff thing to say. Decide for yourself what you want out of this and do what you have to do to get there. Style points don't count.

If Nina or I can do anything to help out, just call us.

 

Chris

 

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Well done you! My stomach clenches up just thinking about walking into any KH again, but particularly THAT one. I know the star chamber very well, thank you.
Of course, you know I want to read that letter. At least this should buy you some time until after the wedding.

FOSHLL's been worried about you all week. You wanna hear something funny? About 8:00 last night, she looked at me and said "Tonight's the night." For real...