To Be a Fish...

I kinda feel like one right now.  Maybe one like on Finding Nemo, where they got tied up in a plastic bag and dropped in the ocean.  While I can see a lot more, flirt with the instinct that tells me this is where I really belong, I'm still trapped inside this bag.  I am still forced to watch helplessly while others get eaten by sharks and barracudas, or perhaps even play around with one another, wondering when it will be my turn next.

I am glad I'm not really a fish in a bag in the ocean.  

I am not having fun right now.