a conversation I have too often...
At times like this, it helps to think of yourself as a sofa or a newspaper, something made by a lot of other people but not made to last forever. It helps to know you're not any more responsible for how you look than a car is. You're a product just as much. A product of a product. The people who design a cars, they're products. You teachers, products. The minister in your church, another product. Sometimes your best way to deal with shit is to not hold yourself as such a precious little prize. My point being is you can't escape the world and your not responible for ho you look, if you look beauticious or butt ugly. You're not responsible for how you feel or what you say or how you act or anything you do. It's all out o 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 of your cells will be replace within eight years. Skin, Bones, blood and organs transplant from person to person. Even what's inside of 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 folks are thinking. Whatever you do, they're doing and none of you is responsible. All of you is a cooperative effort.