This morning on my way to work, I saw a girl reading a New World Translation in the metro. I live in Paris and I don't see witnesses very often, except occasionally holding out magazines in the street looking grumpy.
I had the urge to talk to her. My reaction is different every time I see witnesses. Usually I'm just curious, sometimes I feel angry and want to yell at them, sometimes I feel sad. Today I kind of wanted to tell this random girl that I used to be a witness, simply because it's interesting to have something in common with a stranger. I imagined all the possible scenarios. She insists on getting my contact information and people start hunting me down trying to see if I'm still interested...or she thinks I'm creepy and wonders what horrible life I must be living now. It made me a little sad to see her today. I kind of saw her as safe, protected, and naive. And I didn't feel like breaking that bubble.
I know I could never go back to being a witness. I simply don't believe in the doctrines or way of life (some of which are not just incorrect, but harmful), and I refuse to be insincere. But sometimes I miss living in a bubble with lots of easy answers and clear plans.
Decisions get a lot more complicated when you are actually making them :)