On the whole, other people's neuroses are tiresome. Even more tiresome are people who talk about their neuroses, which is why most psychologists get about with the irritated, distracted air of the terminally annoyed.
I, personally, have no time for them. But there are those who have made a career out of theirs; take Woody Allen for example.
Jonathan Ames has been described as an X-rated Woody, and his comedy series Bored to Death is being pushed as "coming soon" on the SoHo channel, which, of course, you will shortly have to start paying for.
Bored to Death is based on Ames' writing, which includes novels, comic memoirs and a column for the New York Press. He is known for his self-deprecating approach, particularly regarding his sexual misadventures.
That is all well and good.
But wait.
Jonathan Ames is a member of the bald community. Sadly, though, he is a member who makes the very unfortunate mistake of wearing, if Google Images are anything to go by, a little woolly hat to cover his head, a little like The Edge from U2.
That sort of carry on really gets my goat.
Should all members of the bald community start wearing little hats to hide their pates, scurrying about and furtively removing their little hats when they are alone, and cannot be seen?
What sort of message is Ames (and The Edge) giving to young bald men trying to make their way in the world?
Are they saying it is not all right to be bald?
No wonder the world is in the state it is, if these so-called celebrities swan about in their little hats pouring silent scorn on other, decent bald men just trying to make it from one day to the next with their crippling disability.
It makes me furious.
Ames is played in Bored to Death, by Jason Schwartzman, of Funny People and Scott Pilgrim vs the World fame.
Mr Schwartzman has a full head of hair.
Just saying.
The show also stars the excellent Ted Dansen and the amusing Zach Gilifianakis, the developmentally delayed bearded fellow in The Hangover.
Episode one has the fictional Ames splitting up with his girlfriend - who is sick of his drinking and pot-smoking - and taking up a role as an unlicensed private detective.
Dialogue includes: "Men face reality, women don't; that's why men drink," and "I've always been intrigued by the Stockholm Syndrome; it reminds me of my childhood."
It doesn't make you laugh, but you will get a good smirk going.
