While many might now get the cartoon reference, I think everyone understands the big picture: disconnected, lost, simple misfits desperately looking for someone to follow.That is what I went though when I first came to France for college three years ago. I was still a small town man, used to living in my parent's home in the suburbs of a tiny city in North Lebanon, I was also a bit spoiled; I used to be a leach who lived entirely on my parent's money, and yet always somehow expected more of them, as though devoting their life entirely to their kids, and giving and loving unconditionally was not enough.
I came to France and, for whatever reason, chose to leave all that behind to go study on my own, and build up my personality in a different country, with different principles and a different state of mind from what I grew up in. I felt like a misfit, but I also felt like I was finally in the real world. Standing on my own, seeing it all from far away, it all seemed weird to me: in the Big City, it's every person for themself. In the Big City, there is no shepherd. In the Big City, you make fake friends you can perfectly live without, not because they're bad people but because you feel the relationship is much less real, as if it were an illusion, sometimes they are lost sheep like you but still you never manage to connect. In the Big City, you are always running, always late and always out of time. In the Big City, you can blend in, but never fit in.