Today, on a lunch date with my beloved, a young JW couple I vaguely knew walked in and were seated right next to us, just as he saw me so there was no going back.
Now there are a few schools of thought re what to do when being shunned; get their attention and chat politely; keep it going for a while until they feel awkward; shun them back... I haven't picked an angle yet.
Anyway I saw him in time to pretend that I'd not noticed that it was them, and was just ignoring the strangers sitting next to us in the busy cafe. We had our lunch with Mr Frass (who'd never met them) unaware that I was avoiding looking in their direction, and them making lame chat to cover their awkwardness. I wanted to make contact when we were leaving, just to leave them with a good anti-witness, but I couldn't think of talk small enough to keep the scene civil. I can now, dammit. "Hey hi Jason, how are you going? This is my darling hubby... hey hon this is Jason, they're witnesses! ... So, still in that gorgeous apartment in docklands? Going to the snow this year? No I'm not a witness anymore. Yeah... well got to go. Oh, you should look up in an encyclopedia re when Jerusalem was destroyed - it wasn't in 607. That really surprised me, that we were lied to about that. Ciao ciao..."
If only my heart could keep up with my mind, because all I could think of during dinner was 'loveless freaks, what do I do?'. I've got to practise or something, because one day I'm going to run into a JW friend who has also left, and I won't find out because I'm too scared to make contact. Or one of these days they're going to be people who only need the tiniest nudge and hint that life outside the bubble is brilliant.
Ah well, I suppose it's not my responsibility to make their choice to shun people easier to handle. I guess I'm glad I had the dignity not to make a scene, and that it didn't bother me as much as I've always been afraid it would. I've been very angry lately but I didn't take it out on them.