Life is a cruel birch. I was gonna say bitch, but I was auto corrected to birch and I think I like it better. Yes, life is an angry, angry tree with skin condition. In the last 20 or so years, I have met exactly two women that make me feel happy just by being around them. Two. One doesn't want me and has turned happiness to the deepest of sorrows. The other I can't be with for any number of reasons. Life sucks. Or maybe it's just me.