Blasphemy
Mac OS is beautiful. Use it and you’re automatically in this club of people who understand elegance and intuition. It’s basically a religion. Then Friday I needed out.
I wanted to prove I could do creative work without being owned by Apple or Adobe. That there was another way, something not built on corporate faith.
Fedora seemed possible. Free like in freedom, they promised. I could feel it pulling at me, this chance at independence. Finally breaking the chain.
Three hours. My graphics card hated it. WiFi was a joke. Back to Mac.
But I haven’t let go of it. I actually fell for Fedora, or at least the idea of it. The possibility of escape. I’m serious about trying again. Whenever I get an external drive. Maybe next month, maybe next year, maybe never. But if Apple ever really betrays me, if they give me a real reason to leave, I’ll remember those three hours when freedom seemed real.