Metaphor-Anonymous

Fun Fact: All women... are psycho. But I'm going to leave it at that.


So today's topic involves trust.
My question: Why does it take so much to build it up for oh so long, but then in one moment it can be broken, shattered with just one small rock through the window pane? I don't understand.

I mean, I understand how it works. But I just want to know why it works like that. I guess I'm not thinking clearly. I'm kinda wired from the three cups of coffee I've had since an hour ago. It just jibbers my mind. Is jibber a word? I'm going to make it a word. It's kinda like the word jibberish. Which means nonsense. But jibber means to confuse. "To Boggle one's mind." To jibber my mind.

Furthermore, why do we, as human beings, forgive when trust is broken (fixing that window pane and confiscating the rock) only to have it shattered again (another rock through the new window)? We do this for an average of three times. You know, the three strikes you're out rule.

Yet in my personal experience, I, like a sucker, continually replace the window even though my yard has a rock-lawn.