Hm, well I'd say the best method of coping is remembering that everyone will die one day and turn to dust exactly the same, from the richest men in the world to nameless hobos in the gutter, and thus nothing really matters.
It really helps to deal with the feelings of impotence and inferiority that comes with the figurative, and now sometimes literal, castration of modern society, such as when you're forced to allow yourself to be repeatedly harassed and pushed around by small shitty dogs that weigh one thirteenth of what you do with no real means of recourse.