I hate life. Or life hates me. Probably both.
The source of my whining: I bought a new AV receiver. And by no means a cheap one.
But while I was setting it up I was doing so with the gnawing expectation of some things showing up I have overlooked when selecting this model which will spoil the fun.
And sure enough I wasn't proven false.
I hate it when happy excitement is brutally crushed by the realization that - once more - I didn't prepare thoroughly enough, didn't check the device out covering all aspects; in short, that I once more was a bit dumb.
At this point I'm not saying it's a deal breaker. I have to give the receiver a closer look and check it out over the weekend. Perhaps its benefits outweigh its shortcomings.
But I'm completely frustrated that any happy feeling has to be spoiled, hampered or crushed so predictably. And this sensation is multiplied by knowing that by my own dumbness I have amplified that effect

/whining