Sometimes the best way to deal with shit is not to hold yourself as such a precious little prize.

You can't escape the world, and you're not responsible for how you look, if you look beauticious or hideous. You're not responsible for how you feel or what you say or how you act or anything you do. It's all out of your hands.

The same way a compact disk isn't responsible for what's recorded on it, that's how we are. You're about as free to act as a programmed computer. You're about as one-of-a-kind as a dollar bill.

There isn't any real you in you. Even your physical body, all your cells will be replaced within eight years.

Skin, blood, bones, and organs transplant from person to person. Even what's inside you already, the colonies of microbes and bugs that eat your food for you, without them you'd die. Nothing of you is all-the-way yours. All of you is inherited.

Relax. Whatever you're thinking, a million other people are thinking. Whatever you do, they're doing, and none of you is responsible. All of you is a cooperative effort.