Nothing makes you feel more like a rotten shithead like when you give someone advice on a situation that you yourself have experienced firsthand. Because you realize that you handled it all fucking wrong, and you have to tell them to view and navigate the situation in the complete opposite way that you did.
I found a decomposed possum on the train tracks today, their hands look like our hands. I've been seeing a shrink, it's strange. He makes a lot of sense though, which pisses me off. I'm much more emotionally stable since I quit smoking pot, I don't think I will again.