Minna 4.0 is not easy to run. There are bugs, and at time, the program suddenly freezes up. Then, I have to shut her down and start her up again. Sometimes, it’s a simple ‘file not found’ error or a ‘low disk space error’, but on occasion, it’s the blue screen of death and panic sets in. Then, I just have to shut her off and let her rest a bit before trying to reboot.
For the most part, however, I just have to deal with incompatibilities between Minna 3.0 and Minna 4.0.* There is a surprising amount of software which is not usable in the upgrade, and I have to figure out how to get rid of it without trashing the entire program.
For example, Minna 4.0 can’t keep her temper, anger, and opinions under control as well as Minna 1.0, 2.0, and 3.0 did.
All right. I have to say this. There is going to be a lot of recapping in this post. I will talk about things I have talked about previously. So, if you are a long-time reader who starts feeling a sense of déjà vu as you read this post, it’s not you. I really am saying shiitake I’ve said before. Now, back to the show.
I was taught that all negative emotions were not to be expressed and that anger was not acceptable. No, it was stronger than that–anger (except as exhibited by my father) was a display of hate. If you were mad at someone, that meant you didn’t love that person. No, it was never said in words, but it was felt deeply–at least by me.
I want to be careful here. I have talked to my brother about our childhood, and his memories are vastly different than mine. We were talking yesterday, and the topic of our visit to Taiwan came up. He was wistful as he said, “That was so much fun.” I made some murmuring noise and changed the subject. I didn’t need to get into it with him why I felt differently, but it struck me anew how two people can have such diametrically opposing reactions to the same experience.