Black sheep: (n) a member of a family or group regarded as a disgrace
For there to be the existence of a black sheep, Mary’s little lamb had to make a decision, at some point, to go urban.
In a society which publicly proclaims the value of righteousness, we privately revere the renegade.
We are obsessed with those who are possessed.
We like villains.
We like criminals.
Girls like bad boys because they think these notorious numbskulls have some sexual edge which cannot be acquired by those who favor a razor.
So even though we may say someone is “the black sheep of the family,” we are also curious if this darkened kindred will be at the next family reunion–because if they aren’t, then we’re pretty sure it will be a dull party.
- What is so intriguing about walking on the wild side?
- What fascinates us about the rebel?
- Why do each one of us want to be considered pure of heart, yet a little dark around the liver?
It’s because black sheep are so used to not being included that they’ve developed survival skills that make them handy in difficult situations.
Case in point: I never learned a damn thing by attending a seminar. Everything I’ve acquired in life came from trying to recoup some sense … from my latest mishap.