You know when you have some sort of porcelain thing which someone breaks, but you don't throw it out, just glue it instead, which isn't even very conspicuous, so you keep it, until one day someone breaks it again (cause, honestly, why to be careful with something already faulty), and the glueing this time is conspicuous but still acceptable, until next time someone breaks it, so you glue it again and put it on its previous place (why you keep putting it in a place where it can be broken so easily), and this time it's very obvious, but you give it one more chance, cause you really like that porcelain kitten or bear or moose or anything,
but it breaks again.
So you throw the whole stupid thing out and don't want to see it ever again, and as you walk by you find a much nicer porcelain thing which makes you happier even if it's not on your shelf, so who cares about that old crappy thing, which you try to cast out of your head as much as you can (it does not work but you won't admit it for the love of God, cause, you know, who could see in your head anyway), so you live a rather good life, until one day that someone who broke that old porcelain stuff all the times, comes back to you with the pieces of it, because after yours has broken, he had a porcelain doe and it broke and can't be fixed, so he remembered that there used to be another porcelain stuff which looked... well, not that bad, even after several times of fixing it, so he comes to you with those pieces of it he found in the trash and he tries to convince you that it can be glued for this one last time (and he changed so much anyway, so he will be careful from now on), and puts it in front of you and you're like "What the hell is this guy doing" and he glues it together, and holds it up like "See? I told ya! It can be fixed!" and you are like "whatever", cause