The thoughts you hear other people saying, who knows how long they thought about them. It could have taken them longer than you think to say what was just said.

You have to violently place the overused terms and anthems onto a conveyer that leads toward a chute where it'll slide out clouded at a mouth-like opening outside your field of thought.  Don't let them come back 'til they've been eaten down, broken up and evaporated.  Spend all effort on the process, don't bother guessing outcomes or feeling numbers.  It's all still everywhere and living and giving and dying and taking, no matter what happens to yourself.