You know how you go to IKEA, you pick up a flatpa(c)k, bring it home and go “ah this will only take a few hours and I CERTAINLY don’t need any help”? And then you spend an afternoon regretting your existence, you’re crying,you’re bleeding, the pictograms make no sense and WHERE IS THAT FUCKING SCREW FOR FUCKS SAKE?!
But then you get there. You build it. Sure there’s a massive dent in the back panel but noones gonna see that anyway. And yeah you’ve ended up with three extra screws but it’s FINE, you sat on it! It’s secure! You’re so smart! And independent! You have a… checks notes a two drawer bedside table…!
That’s why I program. I get to punish myself to satisfy CPTSD brain, and then I get to feel a dopamine rush when I solve my problem. I learn so many random things that people don’t expect me to know as someone who is happiest in FE Dev.
And that my friends, is why I’m doing this Linux thing. Didn’t even need to. Just wanted to.
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