Lost Sheep

I'm feeling awful crappy right now and what better way to release negative energy than to bombard you, my fellow reader, you poor unfortunate soul with my spitballs of complaints......

I'll try make 'em snappy.

In an attempt to picture my misery in a less depressing light, consider a scrawny, inexperienced, tired and hungry lost sheep in the middle of the field.

The grass is in horrible condition and there's gonna be a storm. Soon. The clouds are forming and it's getting cold - a shelter would be the best option.....but where ? You are lost. You later find that you can choose between two places:
1. Your home in the barn with a family of sheep who dislike you for your scrawniness and your "supreme" stupidity (lolllll), who bully you and discriminate you, strip you of your rights and categorises you into these little boxes, awaiting the fate that had been playedout for him. Or
2. The farmer's hut, where he feeds you, but ill-treats you and prepares you for the market to be shaved / milked / slaughtered and sold.....

Which place should a sheep choose ?

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*godspeed*
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moqi

ɯod!