'Sup folks.
I've been lurking here for a year or two now (since I stumbled across TTATT and was stumbled by it), I even started an account some while back and asked a couple of questions.
But I never actually stood up and said hi... So hi, my name's Jon and I'm a Dubaholic.
I was "born in" in the 80s - and grew up on a liquid diet of cheap suits and Revelation book pictures (I mean really, group after group just staring at the pictures while not listening, I must have spent more time staring at those pictures than I have any work of art in my life, literally hours at each lurid picture). I "left" in my teens, but apparently lacking any kind of actual sense, returned to studying with a childhood friend from the congregation in my twenties (although I was never baptised, my entire small family were dubs, so I saw more witnesses than "worldly people" on a regular basis.. they love bombed my arse for years!).
Over those years away I remained convinced somewhere in the back of my mind that pretty soon I'd be decomposing merrily while my family frolicked with the fluffylovelycuddly apex predators because jehovah had finally remembered to kill me and everyone else. Had I had an accident during those years and needed a blood transfusion I would have refused (secretly hi-fiving myself for getting in while I died - just like dying the day before armageddon = "Haha god, screw you I read the mudachuffin' smallprint!" I mean, "praise your mercy and stuff").
I studied for a few years with my friend and then with a family member, and then stopped studying because I was troubled by the contradiction I discovered in the gospels I was so avidly comparing (Matt says he was speared before he died John says it was after death... Unless they're both true and he got jukked up twice I guess).
Only then did I creep about online, like a teenager looking for porn, reading what "the world" has to say about the bible... Mind = Blown.
Ta guys and girls, I owe you one.
(Also, love that my picture is some kind of demonic christmas tree... but so happified. Oh, the ironic subtext.)