I'd rather take my chances than live in captivity. Understand that many of us view the sardines crammed into apartments with pity and disbelief.
OTOH, commenting about your 'pity' in sardonic language, dripping with so much disdain and so many loaded words / phrases that what should be SUBTEXT is all anyone 'hears' - clearly indicating that all you're doing is signaling a preference and not anything like, say, empathy - well, that's about the opposite.
I have it every time I step outside. Fresh air, birds singing, flowers and bees. Last week I held a tiny bird in my hands as we walked among the gardens and trees, until it regathered its strength and flew off.
I suppose I must be missing the appeal of living in a box above a kebab shop with a roommate who barely speaks English.