I mean if that person kept wearing that shirt every fucking day and complaining about it every time, i probably would eventually say that. Like its not that complicated.
I don’t much care what people use but to me it feels more like:
“ugh, this shirt is taking photos of my nipples and publishing them for everyone to see and I had to consent to even be able to put it on after having paid for it, also as of late, it’s started making me watch ads in order to wash it and wants me to talk to an IA and train it or it’ll shock me.”
Obviously people are going to tell you to use something else.
I get worked up when people constantly complain about shit they chose, or somehow are incapable of learning basic shit that is trivially easy compared to the job they do every day.
“change your skeleton or get bigger pants, dumbfuck” is one I said to someone who kept wearing tiny pants and constantly complaining about it leaving marks, being hard to poop, etc. it was not an issue of being overweight either, they just really wanted this ugly pair of probably child size pants to work.
or when both of my parents kept complaining about their viruses and calling me about every popup to ask if its the real antivirus or fake, after like all of highschool and a few more years putting up with it, it was “fuck this, its linux time and you can get used to it or pay someone else to help you” now my dad can happily pirate movies without fucking up everything and my mom can at least not be panicked over antivirus notifications and call me at irritating times of day and I don’t dread seeing them any more.
do you ever stop to think about it sometimes?
how worked up you are because people use an operating system you don’t like. imagine doing that with other things.
“ugh this shirt is kinda itchy” “well that’s your own damn fault for using this bad shirt!!! next time switch to a better shirt you useless fuck!”
I mean if that person kept wearing that shirt every fucking day and complaining about it every time, i probably would eventually say that. Like its not that complicated.
Who is your imaginary person you made up that does that literally every day? Where’s the strawman you made up?
Except the shirt is fused to their body. And they are incapable of removing it.
I don’t much care what people use but to me it feels more like:
“ugh, this shirt is taking photos of my nipples and publishing them for everyone to see and I had to consent to even be able to put it on after having paid for it, also as of late, it’s started making me watch ads in order to wash it and wants me to talk to an IA and train it or it’ll shock me.”
Obviously people are going to tell you to use something else.
I get worked up when people constantly complain about shit they chose, or somehow are incapable of learning basic shit that is trivially easy compared to the job they do every day.
“change your skeleton or get bigger pants, dumbfuck” is one I said to someone who kept wearing tiny pants and constantly complaining about it leaving marks, being hard to poop, etc. it was not an issue of being overweight either, they just really wanted this ugly pair of probably child size pants to work.
or when both of my parents kept complaining about their viruses and calling me about every popup to ask if its the real antivirus or fake, after like all of highschool and a few more years putting up with it, it was “fuck this, its linux time and you can get used to it or pay someone else to help you” now my dad can happily pirate movies without fucking up everything and my mom can at least not be panicked over antivirus notifications and call me at irritating times of day and I don’t dread seeing them any more.