After I had been out of this abbreviation happy cult for a while, all those who remained, and that I still communicated with, began to sound the same to me; as if they were working off the same script. I could almost predict what they were going to say next at a given moment or what their answer would be to any given question. It was horrible, they seemed like mindless walking cliches. But, worst than that though was recognizing the fact that I had been very much like them once!
A cult tends to dampen that little spark of uniqueness or originality which we all seem to innately possess.
TP