Shocking! Jobless Man Tired Of His Live Decides To Leave As A Goat | See Photos
A 35 year-old man left his life in London, packed up his bags and moved to the alps of Switzerland as he was fed up with his life and needed a break.
He had a lot of personal problems and was also jobless. For him, life as a human was so stressful that becoming a goatman seemed more appealing. He first had his idea through the inspiration of a friend’s dog.
“I found everyday life so stressful.” Thwaites said, “One day I was walking with the dog of a friend and I noticed that the dog just seemed really happy about life, without any worries, and I thought to myself it would be really great to be you for a day.”
He didn’t become a dog as he didn’t like meat, the idea of ‘being an elephant had appealed’ but he changed his mind on realizing elephants ‘seem to have the same problems we do – they get sad, they get upset and they can even suffer from post-traumatic stress. That was exactly the sort of thing I was trying to get away from.’
So, he chose to become a goat or goatman.
With the help of a clinic in Manchester which helps people who have suffered amputations, Thwaites was able to get prosthetic ‘goat legs’ and was also fitted with a fake goat’s stomach – created with experts from the University of Aberystwyth – which was strapped onto his waist and helped him to secretly spit chewed up grass inside without giving the game away to his new ‘family’.
He said:
When I first had the idea a lot of people called me crazy, but I was fed up with my life anyway and I needed a break. I was jobless and I had a lot of personal problems, and
I suffered quite a lot as a goat, because of the slope I was constantly falling over, and of course I had to eat grass. Also the goats didn’t seem to like me very much, sometimes I thought they were really going to try and attack me. And they have particularly dangerous horns.
But I later realized that they were just letting me know there was a hierarchy, and I should know my place. The best moment was when one of the goats suddenly decided she was going to be my friend, and she just followed me everywhere.
She would muzzle me with her nose and like to have me close. The goatherd told me at the end that the herd had accepted me as one of their number – it was a great feeling.
Being a goat wouldn’t be complete without eating grass and that’s exactly what Thwaites did, he ate grass, real grass, like a goat.
He described his eating manner, “I could then strap this bag to my torso and spit chewed up grass into one opening and suck the cultured microbes and volatile fatty acids out another opening like a milkshake, so I can digest them in my true stomach and live off grass in the Alps like a goat.”
Wonders shall never cease!
