Imagine how it feels...
Imagine how it feels to see them
They don't see you
Remember the warmth of your mothers hug on the coldest day
Now forget it
Recall your dad's slight smile as you walk in his front door
It may have been the last time
I have children that love me
Or so I thought
Imagine this
To know how I feel
Is to know me
Monday, May 4, 2015
Identity Crisis Continued
I want to be the very last person to not acknowledge our need to belong to something. For a significant part of my life, my identity was imposed upon me. I was not free to stumble upon my identity much like that of a child, newly aware of his legs fumbles through a room littered with toys and furniture. My young formative years were scripted and read to me, rules to be followed, a path never to waiver or suffer severe consequences,
Today I walk in freedom, life unscripted, no longer a slave to the absurd demands of a cultish spiritual facade that requires the very life of its members in order to please the unquenchable thirst for devotion their random god Jehovah needs.
Or is it the the demands of the childish but creepy seven old men of the Governing Body, The Watchtower Society and its endless pursuit to own the best property that New York City has to offer?
I dare you to recognize that I once worshipped as a Jehovah Witness. Well, that's okay, it's past tense.
But I will declare myself me, Christopher Lee Hale, not an EX-JW. You see, what does it mean to be an 'EX' anything? Being an 'EX' certainly is not a good thing. I mean what is there to be proud of, except the fact that you are no longer?
If I am going to label myself an 'EX' anything, I choose EX MARINE! People will know that as an EX MARINE, I kicked asses, shot rifles, ran with big dogs, made babies in other countries and did Marine type kick ass stuff!
Yeah I would be proud of that.
Supporting pedophiles, refusing blood transfusions to people that need it, destroying families, preaching lies door to door, judging people for their sexual orientation, looking down on others because they were pursuing their interests, treating disfellowshipped people like shit...
No, I am not proud of that.
When you're out, you're out. Pick a new identity folks and go kick some ASS!!
Today I walk in freedom, life unscripted, no longer a slave to the absurd demands of a cultish spiritual facade that requires the very life of its members in order to please the unquenchable thirst for devotion their random god Jehovah needs.
Or is it the the demands of the childish but creepy seven old men of the Governing Body, The Watchtower Society and its endless pursuit to own the best property that New York City has to offer?
I dare you to recognize that I once worshipped as a Jehovah Witness. Well, that's okay, it's past tense.
But I will declare myself me, Christopher Lee Hale, not an EX-JW. You see, what does it mean to be an 'EX' anything? Being an 'EX' certainly is not a good thing. I mean what is there to be proud of, except the fact that you are no longer?
If I am going to label myself an 'EX' anything, I choose EX MARINE! People will know that as an EX MARINE, I kicked asses, shot rifles, ran with big dogs, made babies in other countries and did Marine type kick ass stuff!
Yeah I would be proud of that.
Supporting pedophiles, refusing blood transfusions to people that need it, destroying families, preaching lies door to door, judging people for their sexual orientation, looking down on others because they were pursuing their interests, treating disfellowshipped people like shit...
No, I am not proud of that.
When you're out, you're out. Pick a new identity folks and go kick some ASS!!
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