I think I'm more evil than you guys are. Let me tell you why.
I was born into the Borg. I made no choice to join. But I used it from an early age to achieve other of my designs.
When I was very young, meetings were on Friday night. I used the meetings to get rides up to my grandfather's house in the country. My grandmother was there and I went back to my grandfather's farm with her for the weekend, and rode the bus home. I didn't really give a shit about the meetings.
Later, after the hormones hit my bloodstream and were zooming around in there at the speed of light, I stuck one of my feet out of the Borg, and it stayed out. When I was on my worldly foot, I was screwing around like a mink (till I learned the JW girls were easy).
When I hit 18, there was this girl up in Tennessee where my uncle was overseer (no elder arrangement yet). I wanted to date her and her father - being ex-Navy - wouldn't allow it because I wasn't baptised. I know, I know, but I did it anyway. She wasn't easy.
Then I became a top 40 disc jockey, and along came the groupies, and well. I was too busy to go to meetings, what with my announcing schedule, and college, and all. Not to mention taking care of the groupies. But I kept that JW foot in the Hall. Put on a good face.
Then I moved in with my uncle, the overseer, and went to college at ETSU. Had to go to meetings regular like, out in service, to assemblies (where I discovered how easy witness girls really are). One foot in, one foot out. After a year of that, I moved over to the campus in Johnson City, TN from Kingsport, and dropped all pretense about being a JW. Pi Kappa Phi, Tapta Kegga Beer, I Felta Thigh, you know.
Then a year or so after graduation, back in Savannah, going to meetings - but not service. I was public info officer at a two year college. Coeds. Photographic darkrooms on campus. More pussy than I could count. One foot in, one foot out. Wanted to maintain the family relationships, dontcha know.
Then I grew a beard. A beard!! I'd been screwing my ass off for the previous ten years (of course they didn't know it), and they get all hot and sweaty about a beard. I wasn't going to budge on the beard. After all, I learned how to think for myself in college and also working as a professional broadcaster. I wasn't about to allow a buncha apartment cleaners with a 9th grade education put some intellectual hammer lock on MY young ass. So I told 'em finally to go piss up a rope.
But you see, I kept one foot in, keeping up appearences and one foot out, going to college, acting in the drama group, working in an "immoral" job, all the while punching everything that was even vaguely female.
That's why I say I'm more evil than you guys. I got into it because I was drug into it. But I used it for my own ends - one in particular. I hate to admit it, but I have to say it was also hypocritical, even if I was that way so as to maintain family connections. Some where along the way I discovered that if they associated with me only for the reason I was a "JW" and would quit if I wasn't, struck me like, "who needs that"? So when the beard issue came up, I decided to go for honest finally. And it was that honesty that finally did it. I wasn't going to give and neither were they. So we parted company.
Sorry about the length of this. I am a writer after all. Can't seem to shut it off. But all this is why I say I'm more evil than you.