A personal journey
My parents, for better or worse, became Jehovah's Witnesses in the late 70s, the first of a handful of people on an Indian Reservation in the state of Oregon. Both had a fall-out with the religion prior to and during the time I was a very young child.
When I was 13 years old I met this Witness boy at school who I shared most of my classes with in junior high. We became friends out of making fun of each other, constantly cracking jokes.
While 14 years old, he started studying the bible with me and by the end of my freshman year in high school, I quit the football team, ready to pursue the preaching work more fully, embracing my new found spirituality. Anyone who remembers me at that time knew me as "that guy who wears suits all of the time". I graduated high school while engaging in the full-time ministry work of going door-to-door and trying to study the bible with people.
After high school, in my early 20s, I had a fall-out with the religion and have since been a wandering soul, not fully embracing a life outside of the religion but not going back to it either, someone who neither belongs here nor there but somewhere in the middle.
I began drinking and meeting strange women, exploring my personal sexuality, something people normally do when they're teenagers, started watching Rated R movies and even fell back into swearing. While I make attempts to "blend in" with "normal" people, I still come off as incredibly naive and even quaint, kind of like everybody's grandparents. I am certainly no angel but am definitely not a "bad boy" and I find it difficult to explain myself to others.
I sometimes wonder if anyone else feels like they are drifting somewhere out there in the void between two different realities of existence, not able to find their way in either realms.
Lost & Confused,
hoserdomechild