Everyone you meet is fighting a battle of petty recriminations, narcissistic fantasies, and repetitive loops of boring shit and predictable disappointments you know nothing about. Be kind. Always.
Two hippies are driving to a concert. The driver says to the passenger, “Look out the window, and tell me if my blinker is working.” The passenger looks out the window and says, “Yes. No. Yes. No…”
If it smells like toast, walks like toast, and talks like toast, you are taking some powerful drugs.