I find this funny, since I did a Gimp tutorial back in 2000 (early Gimp 2.x maybe, but maybe still 1.x – I don’t remember that part). I got okay with it.

A friend asked me to do some early photo editing a couple of years later since they’d heard that I was “good at Photoshop”. I pointed out that I was actually “mediocre at Gimp”. I was plunked down at a computer with a (probably pirated) install of Photoshop and asked to touch up some photos.

I hated it. Nothing was where I expected it to be coming from Gimp. If I recall correctly, I closed Photoshop and just downloaded Gimp for Windows.

It sounds like I might hate Gimp 3.

Original comic (with all eight panels): http://www.incidentalcomics.com/2012/08/pig-latin.html

I babysat a brother and sister in the early 90s and we played Mousetrap properly after dinner to kill time until bedtime. Worst babysitter ever.

Then I let them stay up past bedtime while we figured out the most cursed modifications/add-ons. Best babysitter ever.

(In truth, I remember that I had talked with the parents beforehand about “stated bedtime” versus “real bedtime”.)

This was my first thought, too.

I started taking antidepressants a few months ago to treat ADHD-related anxiety and depression. (The doctor suggested that I could try ADHD-specific meds, but pointed out that I’m already a relatively successful adult, so clearly I’ve built coping mechanisms over the years.)

I’m surprised by how much more rational I’ve become when dealing with stuff.

I first really noticed it when I was crossing at an intersection and a driver turning right didn’t see me and almost hit me. She slammed on the brakes and waved her hands in a clearly startled and apologetic way. Before the meds I probably would have flipped her the bird and had my heart pounding in my ears for the next half hour as I seethed with anger. Now, my thought was “She made a mistake. I’m fine. She knows she made a mistake and she’ll certainly be more careful next time. It’s okay.”

That’s not to say that I don’t get angry anymore. I just get angry about stuff that matters or where I can change something. It feels a lot healthier.

Standard disclaimer: I’m not a doctor. This is not medical advice. It’s just my anecdotal experience. Maybe talk to your doctor about getting tested for depression and/or anxiety. (I had never thought to before this year, because in my youth I was just called “disorganized”, “lazy”, and “scatterbrained”.)

Inferring doesn’t mean the same thing as implying. They’re kind of complementary, like borrowing versus lending.

The OP may have been implying something, but it looks like you’re inferring something (which may or may not what they’re implying; I don’t care enough to parse that out).