The emotional trauma of using Windows after being spoiled by Linux is apparently equivalent to collapsing in agony on the ground. Ten whole minutes of waiting for updates, clicking through permission dialogs, and watching that spinning circle of doom is enough to send any terminal-loving penguin enthusiast into the fetal position. The withdrawal symptoms are brutal - no package manager, no grep, and heaven forbid you try to customize anything without downloading seventeen different third-party apps. It's like going from driving a manual sports car to pedaling a tricycle with square wheels uphill.