the way a digital artist would feel watching me draw is exactly the same way i feel watching my dad use excel.

i can't complain about how painful it is to see someone double-clicking the copy button in the ribbon, then click-dragging the scrollbar, then clicking a cell, then double-clicking paste. i'm out here tapping the tablet screen while hovering with the pen (which blocks finger input), then moving the pen out of the way, tapping the eraser tool, then literally rubbing out mistakes like i'm using a physical eraser, then using the pen tool to fix the smudged edges i've just caused.

my dad's penguin typing doesn't seem so bad compared to me using the pen to carefully fill in the white edges left by the paint bucket fill tool.

my dad asks me how to make C7 display the average of cells C1 through C6, i have three tabs open desperately trying to relearn how mask layers work (i did this one week ago and have since forgotten. i will forget again one week from now.)

me using an IDE: okay, i press Ctrl+W a couple times to expand the selection to the grandparent's scope, then do a move refactor to a sibling module and use a fifty character regex to fix up some outdated doc comments. okay, that took thirty seconds, i'll commit on the refactor branch so i don't lose my progress, then switch back to main and iterate on the new settings format

me using a digital painting programme: ah. i seem to have coloured the shirt on the body layer, which wouldn't have worked if i hadn't accidentally made the body mask layer take up the entire character two hours ago. i guess i'll just undo those ten minutes of work, which means i'll lose the hair, too. i don't remember which oil brush preset i mangled into looking like hair, so i'll just spend the next two minutes moving a slider two steps to the right, then painting a circle, then undoing it over and over until i get something that sort of looks right.