I think the cycle is complete. I started out fresh, and new, wanting people to enjoy using what I built, toiling to satisfy their every whim. Years later, I am worn, grizzled, hands callused from repeated keystrokes. I now curse the user for their capriciousness, for their wanton clumsy stumble through my beautiful, elegant machinations.

And choose a damn avatar, you hippy. And stop riding your bike through my lawn.