Okay, so here's a good metaphor I have. 

Let's say that you have a thing. Like...a plant. No. Let's say you have a...I don't know, a thing. And this thing, you care about it. Let's say it's a guitar. You have this guitar, and you polish it, and you change the strings, and you make sure you don't ding it up. You take really good care of it. You're proud of it. 

Then let's say, one day you just finished cleaning it and you put it into it's expensive case and carefully place it in the closet. But you forgot that you also keep your old collection of dynamite in the closet, your dynamite. How could you forgot your dynamite collection? It's old, and useless. You're kind of embarrased about it. Who keeps an old dynamite collection anyways? 

As it turns out your dynamite is way volatile and the action of placing your guitar into the closet sets off the dynamite and it blows up your guitar. OH NO! YOUR GUITAR! 

That stupid fucking dynamite. Why couldn't you just tell the dynamite police about it and have them take it away? They said you wouldn't get in trouble. They said "If you have any dynamite, let us know. We won't arrest you, we'll take it away and carefully dispose of it and you won't be in any trouble. At all." 

But you were just too ashamed. Dynamite collection. HA!

Well, I hope you've learned your lesson. Any time the dynamite police offer to safely remove your old dynamite collections free of charge, I suggest you take them up on the offer. I certainly will. As embarrasing as your collection might be, it's not worth the damage it causes to your guitar.