ChatGPT Is Getting A Little Too Real

The eternal dance between developers and regex—a cryptic language that might as well be ancient runes. When ChatGPT spits out a working regex that looks like someone headbutted a keyboard, what do we do? Copy-paste that mystical incantation and back away slowly. It's the modern equivalent of summoning a demon—you don't need to understand the Latin, you just need the spell to work. And when it does? Pure dopamine. That smug satisfaction of solving a problem without actually understanding the solution is programming at its finest. Future you will hate present you when that regex breaks in six months. But that's a problem for future you, who is, quite frankly, a bit of a buzzkill anyway.

The AUDACITY of command line tools thinking I'd stoop so low as to type --help ! Why spend 10 measly seconds reading documentation when I can spend 5 GLORIOUS minutes crafting the perfect question for GPT? My pride simply cannot handle the thought of consulting built-in help menus like some kind of... *shudders*... EFFICIENT DEVELOPER. I'd rather die dramatically waiting for an AI response than admit I don't know every single flag option by heart. It's not stubbornness, it's a LIFESTYLE.

Ah yes, the classic "let me solve this simple problem with the most unnecessarily complex solution possible" approach. Two mutually recursive functions to check if a number is even or odd? This has ChatGPT's fingerprints all over it. Meanwhile, every developer with more than 3 brain cells is screaming: return (n % 2 == 0); and calling it a day. This is what happens when you ask AI to "make it elegant" or "optimize this function." You get code that looks impressive in a technical interview but would get you publicly shamed in a code review.

The glorious fall of programmer dignity, visualized in perfect clarity. Once upon a time, developers were digital demigods who wrote code without AI crutches, built entire games in Assembly (because apparently suffering builds character), crafted code that literally sent humans to the moon, and performed memory management wizardry by hand. Fast forward to today's pathetic reality: developers frantically Googling how to center a div (still an unsolved mystery of computer science), begging ChatGPT to fix basic syntax errors, getting permanently trapped in Vim like it's some kind of developer Hotel California, and introducing three new bugs while fixing one—a net negative contribution to humanity. The evolution from muscle-bound coding titans to helpless brain-worms perfectly captures how we've traded actual knowledge for dependency on tools. Progress!

When GitHub Copilot writes your resume for you and decides to include a confession. Nothing says "hire me" quite like letting your AI assistant admit you're "not a good programmer" right after listing all your skills. At least the Tab Accept button is right there to quickly embrace your new identity crisis.

Oh. My. GOD. The existential crisis of our generation in TWO FRAMES?! 💀 First he's like "I don't care if AI wins over programmers" acting all tough and unbothered. Then BOOM—the punchline hits: "I just need FAANG to lose." It's the tech industry's villain origin story! Doesn't care about the robot apocalypse as long as those Silicon Valley giants get taken down with us. The PETTINESS! The DRAMA! The absolute CHAOS of prioritizing corporate revenge over humanity's survival! We're not just coding anymore, we're picking sides in the tech civil war. And honestly? Mood.