People with so many little tracks and turns and loose bolts in their brains that they rattle when they think.

I like weathered people. People who creak and groan but, year after year, learn the patterns of the world and how to work through them.

There are people I know who possess endless positivity, endless forgiveness, endless flattery, and listening to them makes my brain evaporate. I just can't connect with them.

Perpetual moaners aren't my bag either. To me they're the same thing as those continuously knitting silver linings out of shrouds. Both ring on an inherent dishonesty to me. I can't relate to it. I can't believe it.

But if you've lost a button in the wash, or got stretched out of shape, but you know what, you don't even care, you just adapt to it and make it a part of your life? You have my deepest respect. You have your virtues and your quaint habits and your downright annoying tendencies and you're content to show them to the world? I am doing my best to follow after you.

Wear your heart on your sleeve, your spleen in your hair, your bladder in your coffee. Let it all out. Be yourself. You don't have to love everything, or everyone. And the world isn't against you, either.

Unless you're Bob. Nobody likes you, Bob*.

* Bob, I don't mean you. I mean that other Bob. You know, the one no-one likes. Man that guy is a jerk. Apologies for any confusion.