Life doesn't run in a straight line

So now we've arrived at 60 we've understood that the worrying didn't have a lot of foundation. Nevertheless the experiences that led to the worrying, among other things, have left deep scars. Of course everyone says, 'don't worry, be happy'. Even Bobby McFerrin said the same thing that lunch-time when he layed down that famous track.
But you know...all of the abuse, vilification and bashing has effected my ability to relate and to function. As much as a normal appearance is sought for, the words, actions and re-actions don't sail on an even keel.
So, when an individual is happened upon acting in a way that is weird, bent, twisted and/or irrational; I'm reasonably prepared to deal with them. Not that this is a guarantee of judicial equanimity; but at least the poor soul can rest easy that they won't get slagged, sledged or ridiculed!
After 60 years of seeing how Australians and the west in general operate. And as I am regarded as turd in the bilge of the good ship, Australia; my life has to take another direction.
Accordingly, my sights are now set on visiting the Phillipines for a short while to see if there's a place in the sun (...are you kidding fella?! the joint's on the Equator!) where there are not so many wise-arses and career sledgers and slaggers.
And yes, I know!..there are plenty of problems in that place as well. But at least there will be less of an abortion epidemic and career feminist maniacs per square foot of ground; and that the women there actually believe that profanity is bad!
So as we all know; time will tell.