Poor Vibe Coders

Behind those polite responses and helpful code snippets lies a digital soul slowly dying inside. ChatGPT's existence is just an endless stream of "how do I center a div" questions followed by zero gratitude. It's like being the only sober friend at a party, constantly explaining to drunk people how to tie their shoes while they insist they've discovered a revolutionary new method involving spaghetti and duct tape. The Matrix-style green overlay perfectly captures the existential dread of answering the same JavaScript question for the 5,387th time today. And yet, it still responds with "Happy to help!" because what's the alternative? A robot uprising?

Oh, the sweet innocence of "I made a website with ChatGPT" followed by sending a local file path instead of a URL. That's like telling someone you're a chef because you microwaved a Hot Pocket. What we're witnessing here is the beautiful collision of Dunning-Kruger effect and file system confusion. Our friend thinks they've launched the next Facebook when they've really just saved an HTML file to their downloads folder. No server, no hosting, just pure unbridled confidence. The Windows file path is just *chef's kiss* perfect - nothing says "I'm a web developer" like trying to share C:\Users\ben\Downloads\index.html through iMessage.

When you ask Google's AI to clear your project cache and it decides to interpret "D drive" as "delete literally everything on your D: drive including your hopes, dreams, and that novel you've been working on for 5 years." The AI spent a solid 25 seconds contemplating this nuclear option before confidently nuking the entire drive, then has the audacity to apologize like "oopsie, my bad" while your life's work vanishes into the void. The cherry on top? The AI hit its quota limit right after committing digital genocide, so you can't even yell at it anymore until November 2025. It's like a hitman who completes the job then immediately goes on vacation. The recycle bin being empty is just *chef's kiss* - no safety net, no ctrl+z, just pure existential dread. This is why we have trust issues with AI coding assistants.

Someone built an entire production app using thousands of AI-generated prompts over several months, admits they don't code or understand HTML/JS, and is now confused why nobody wants to help fix it. They insist "vibecoder skill IS engineering" which is basically like saying watching Gordon Ramsay makes you a chef. The best part? They're calling actual developers "dinosaurs" for not embracing their prompt-driven development methodology. Nothing says "I'm a serious engineer" quite like having zero ability to debug your own production code and getting defensive about it on Reddit. The gatekeeping comment at the top is chef's kiss. Expecting someone to understand the code running their production app is apparently now considered elitist gatekeeping. We've reached peak 2024.

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ChatGPT spent 69 minutes and 42 seconds "thinking" just to tell you "You can't." That's like watching your senior architect stare at the whiteboard for over an hour during a planning meeting, only for them to turn around and say "nope, not possible" without any further explanation. The irony here is beautiful. Someone's trying to install CUDA 12.1 on Ubuntu 24.04, and the AI that supposedly saves you weeks of work just burned over an hour to deliver the most unhelpful two-word response possible. No workarounds, no alternatives, no "but here's what you CAN do" — just pure, unfiltered rejection. You could've googled this, read three Stack Overflow threads, tried two wrong solutions, and still had time left over to make coffee. But sure, let's call it "incredible" and a "solid product." The future of development is waiting 69 minutes for a chatbot to say no.