When I was a kid I had a Rubik's cube. I thought it was the schiznit, until I couldn't get it solved. Then I began to hate the cube.
The cube taunted me.
The cube called me names when I went to sleep at night.
I tore off the cube's little colored stickers and placed them in their proper positions.
I solved the cube.
Then I realized that the mutant cube looked like crap and didn't even fool my younger sibling into thinking I actually had the brain power to solve it. So I went back to hating the cube.
It turns out maybe I just need more lubrication.