Evidence of old derelict obsessions can make me feel a kind of shame or it can make me feel a tenderness for my younger self, in the manner of an older sibling shaking his head and smiling at youth's folly. It depends on how generous my heart is toward myself at the time. I've acted like a fool many times but I'm prone to compassion toward that fool, and hence toward other people whose foolish ways are similar to my own. Other styles of foolishness that don't happen to resonate with me I respond to with unsympathetic harshness, because that's just the way people are and I'm no different. People are spectacularly imperfect and wrong in so many ways yet 'live and let live' hardly seems to rule the day.