TECHNO-TRIGGERED MELTDOWNITIS

OK so I was screaming at my laptop for thwarting me at every turn. Unfortunately I scream very loudly and swear a lot. #1 son got upset by this and started doing that very unhelpful male thing of advising me to calm down which… well, how can I put this tactfully? Essentially it just added hi-octane jet fuel to the flames. Hysterical tears followed and a massive argument with #1 son, to whom I was very nasty.
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Why?
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I couldn\’t get at my emails.
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Why?
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Well, actually I\’d put in the wrong password. But then I got so furious and upset with the bloody uselessness of the instructions for changing your password that I became an incoherent screaming thingoid from the black lagoon. As my brain was overwhelmed with cortisol and adrenalin, I didn\’t realise it was my mistake in the first place.
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Eventually #2 son managed to get me calmed down enough so I could realise what had happened. So I rang BT Broadband helplineand talked to a very helpful chap somewhere in India who sorted it out and gave me a new password. In the process he had to delete the password for this blog from my computer\’s memory and of course I\’d forgotten that too, which is why I haven\’t posted for a few days.
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But at least I got at my emails and all was splendid. In the meantime I had probably frightened the living daylights out of our lovely new lodger – although the dog was noticeably undistressed and the cat was clearly just wondering if this would delay her supper any further.
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I can cope with a screaming toddler. I can cope with a teenager who feeds pizza to the dog after being told not to and causes said dog to puke all over the living room carpet. I can cope with bureacrats and bailiffs and taxmen and even doctors\’ receptionists in a calm, polite, even good-humoured way.
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So why does my computer send me completely loopy with rage?