You're like that old toy, you now, the plain one he didn't care very much about, but he found it in his attic during spring cleaning. Then he thought, 'hey, this might be nice to keep around' so he let it sit in his room for a few days, continuing to throw out the other old shit in his house, and then he realized, that that toys really unimportant, and he's way too old (and too good) for it, so he throws it in the trash with all of the other shit. And long after its gone, incinerated, and forgotten, a friend mentions the type of toy, and for an unimportant second, it crosses his mind, and he says, 'hey, I used to have one of those too.' and he laughs at the stupidity of almost keeping that shit around his house, and then he never thinks of it again. The end.