Existential threat

I've got an existential c*ck. I'm pretty sure it exists as an entity, but it's that long since it has been used as anything other than a drain that it has lost all value and meaning. Therefore, it could be easily argued it is merely a metaphysical concept in my mind, a substrate of potentiality, rather than literal, solid matter, actuality...
I feel the same way about my friends.
I blame Nietzsche.