S##t on you

How would you feel if you just had to stand in a corner for days, weeks, months, years on end having all the pigeons shit on you?
Would you be nonplussed?
How about having decades of leaky gutters dribble their mucky residue all over you and your surroundings?
Still happy?
How about if every now and again some-one came along and opened you up and fiddled about about your insides, then left without sprucing you up a bit?
Content?
Life has it's trials and tribulations, but not all subjects of blips have to be bright and sunny and beautiful.
As life isn't always thus.
Even ugly has a place.
And not always hidden away in a dark, murky corner.
Agree?