I’m quite concerned, I might be addicted to frustration. Well, I suppose it’s not actually the frustration I’m addicted to, it’s the solution that cures the frustration, but it’s like Pavlov’s dog, ring the bell and the dog salivates. There are times when you get so frustrated with a problem while making something that you want to throw it at the wall, then burn it with kerosene in a bonfire, and to top it off by dumping the ashes in a porta-potty at a Grateful Dead concert. However, once you calm down and think through the problem, then come up with a viable solution that works, you become filled with a euphoria only gods typically get to experience. Thus, addiction.