I have this friend. Let's call him Dave. He thinks he knows all about computers and things electronic. In fact, he is employed as a electrical maintenance supervisor. He's been bugging the crap out of me to fix his printer. OK. So I take a look at it tonight and discover he tried to refill the ink cartridges. Normally this is not a too tough job...but I am talking about Dave here. So I remove the ink cartridges to see exactly why it won't print and find a complete mess inside. Refilling ink cartridges is not rocket science. If one can read and has an opposable thumb it shouldn't be too difficult (I'll have to count Dave's fingers the next time I see him). All this brings me to the question...why do people attempt projects beyond their scope? One would think that after screwing around with something for a few hours (as Dave did) and drawing a blank one would realize their limitations and seek out help. If not professional then at least someone fairly knowledgeable in the art of zen cartridge swapping. Pondering this, I came to realize not why people behave like this but rather my own foible in dealing with my transgenderism. Why didn't I seek counciling earlier in my life. I'm not a psychologist or a therapist, so why didn't I? I suppose, like Dave, I suffer from the "I can do it myself" syndrome. I'll bet if Wal-Mart had a home "do it yourself gender reassignment kit" I'd have given it a shot. At any rate...don't attempt to change ink cartridges without at least two thumbs and don't self diagnose.
