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As you sat at the table for hours considering your options I was probably at home thinking about where the fuck you had gone. I’m sure it was still while I had my emotions tangled like a sticky spiders web that I unintentionally ran into, ripping the shreds off me fast and cruel. You never quite get the whole web off you, nor the spider while they travel on your shoulder, or in your ear creating more webs within; which then inevitably cloud what you hear. You fought though, you kept creating webs I’d have to tear down, each time doing so you’d release your venom into my veins. How pathetic the thought of you being a spider stuck to me. Nothing like Charlotte’s Web, no heroine spider taught me to trust in the most dangerous of objects, animals, emotions. You were intentionally attached, you were building a home. I liked knocking it over. I enjoy watching kids with obnoxiously huge ice-cream cones have their first lick, to then see the scoop fall. Or a sandcastle being stomped on. I’m sure I’m not the only one in which feels like this, we learn that the fun part of building something sometimes is that we have the option to completely destroy it. Thats why reinventing yourself has over 12,000,000 hits on Google. This is a response to the hours you spent thinking about how to reinvent something that can’t be. We don’t need to start from the beginning or take tips from a douché named James Altucher, reassuring us that “giving is better than getting.” We know that this thing we call us doesn’t have a definition or conventions restricted by learnings from a book or a movie that’s taught us how to lose a guy in 10 days. Everything’s going to be fine. I need to change and I don’t want you to change. Just.. don’t wait to create something new if you need to. I’m at home thinking about where the fuck I have gone.