Hands off my rig, it's mine
Funny how personal the reactions to computer problems can be. I can be just as shirty as anyone when something doesn't go right or a software update grinds the rig to a crawl for all of 35 seconds. HEY! I WANNA DO STUFF! GET LOST, CAN'T YOU! Blasted popups, please fill in this survey after buying tortilla chips online from Lug-a-Load dot com twice in four years... NO! GO AWAY!
Really, it's no better than road rage: we've all done it, not only do I own the road, it was my father's before me; or each and every truck is out to Get Me, help help.
The only answer is to make tea, go outside, breathe fresh air and imagine what particular segment of the seventh circle of Hell will be reserved for the real criminals, not the poor stiffs trying to make that vast software project called Windows run trouble-free.