"Life, don't talk to me about life", said marvin the paranoid android.
How wrong can an android be? life is great, a dream come true.
However, there are tiny downsides, mostly with the odd bad nut case of a person.
There am I on the train, minding my own business, when a steaming great turd walked up to me and prodded me hard in the stomach, presumably looking for a fight.
15 years of tae kwon do means my middle, whilst a little padded with more than a little McD's, is as hard as rock, so he hurt his fingers.
He spent most of the rest of the journey staring at other people, trying to provoke a response from them.
When a seat finally did become empty, he pushed a few people out of the way and grabbed it.
By this time every bloke in the carriage was looking at him, and love wasn't in their eyes.
I tweeted his photo.
Another odd dude this afternoon. A bloke came begging for rice, accompanied by two women, both dressed as black dustbin liners. I think they were going to a fancy dress party.
Much as I have no personal objection to dress code, that is more than unusual out here, and they're commonly viewed with suspicion. I try not to prejudge, but this dude was odd in the extreme.
The maid opened the door but, upon the dude seeing me, he refused the rice and buggered off.
As a note, right or wrong, a woman dressed in that manner out here is commonly referred to as "a terrorist's wife". With behaviour like that, you can understand where that idea comes from.
I had one some years ago in Purwokerto - a dude dressed in full Muslim kit called me an unbelieving dog - an insult as serious as it is stupid. I said Shahada, then left him to whirl the cogs in his idiotic brain, trying to work out what went wrong with his hateful stupidity.
I see it this way - the world has a whole pile of problems to cope with, so people who deliberately create more are a waste of perfectly good oxygen.