I’ve got sore thumbs.
These thumbs have tried to force a triangle through a circle so many times, and these thumbs ache a dull pain. The more I push, the more my thumbs ache, it’s clear that this isn’t working; to relent goes against my nature, a dull ache that I continue to feel.
My thumbs traverse the glass surface in pursuit of my goal, a futile attempt at forcing a triangle through a circle.
You give me sore thumbs.