I want to be a little kid again. If your toy sucks you can break it, or just throw it in the toy trunk and never play with it again. When you’re an adult your “toys” cost hundreds or thousands of dollars, so breaking them would feel worse than the original anger. Besides, it’s too much work to go outside and get a large stick to stab through your computer.
Instead, you have to sit there while a very dense ball of anger builds inside you, kind of like a neutron star of hate.
Photoshop is a butthole. It’s capable of stunning things, yet all I could do was produce this piece of crap after an hour’s work trying to create a new header for my little blog.
Maybe I don’t hate Photoshop. Maybe I just hate myself for never learning this before now.
Why, oh, why can’t it be the future already so I can just download information straight into my brain?