I look back at my life as a JW and you know what? I know I never would have made it through Armageddon any way.
I realized for a long time I was just a walking meat sack to Jehovah. Only thing I didn't understand was why he would allow me to be in his organization? Why would he allow me to gain the privilege and status I had among the Jws?
I had a lot of trouble accepting everything in the Bible. Like how the heck did Sampson catch 300 foxes and light them on fire to mess with the Philistines?
How could a god of love kill so many people for wickedness if they didn't know him? Just because they happened to be born at the wrong place at the wrong time?
I was interested in the occult and mythology from an anthropological point of view. I was interested in the martial arts. Captivated by lost/past civilizations whose time periods seemed to conflict with bible chronology.
Absorbed by sciences like GR, QM, Chaos, and Super String that seemed to me to nullify Jehovah. The multiverse... where is an all powerful god in that? Just in this universe?
Evolution- seemed to make sense to me. Technology seemed to hold out more hope to me than Jehovah.
I was a lecherous person, even though I didn't act out on it.
A libertarian/anarchist life was more of what I wanted than a communal paradise.
I don't like anyone telling me what to do.
It goes on and on.
I knew I would die at Armageddon. I just figured that if I was going to die I might as well do my best to help maybe someone else make it. I immersed myself in preaching and other congregational activities. At least that way my birth on this planet would not have been a complete wash.
It took a long time but slowly all the inconsistencies in my soul congealed in to one self-consistent philosophy. I found ya'll and realized I wasn't crazy after all.