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Oh look, another Bash victim! While "riding a bike" sticks with you forever, Bash scripting is that special hell where your muscle memory means absolutely nothing. You'll spend 20 minutes Googling how to write a basic for loop for the 500th time, wondering why the syntax looks like it was designed by someone smashing random keys. And don't get me started on those cryptic one-liners that work perfectly until you add a space somewhere and suddenly your script is formatting your hard drive. It's the programming equivalent of assembling IKEA furniture with instructions written in hieroglyphics... while blindfolded.

Behold, the inevitable conclusion of asking ChatGPT "how to free up space on Linux." Everything was going so well until it wasn't. Those reassuring green "OK" messages lulling you into a false sense of security before the system realizes someone just deleted its ability to, you know, execute programs . The dynamic linker is basically the thing that loads libraries when you run programs. Delete that and... well... *gestures at the red error messages*. Just another day of AI-assisted system administration - works perfectly until your computer transforms into an expensive paperweight.

Nothing screams "tech superiority" quite like typing cryptic commands in a black terminal while your non-technical friend watches in bewildered horror. The raw power that courses through your veins when you sudo apt-get update in front of someone who thinks you're hacking the Pentagon is simply unmatched. Sure, money buys yachts and status gets you into fancy restaurants, but making eye contact with someone while you casually pipe grep output to awk? That's the kind of high no offshore account can provide.

The Linux distribution hierarchy strikes again! Our protagonist thinks they've ascended to Linux enlightenment by ditching Ubuntu for Arch, only to realize they've just traded one form of normie-dom for another. It's the classic Linux user journey—thinking you're special for using something more complex, then discovering there's always someone running a custom kernel compiled on a potato who thinks you're the casual. The irony is delicious—no matter how deep you go into Linux elitism, you're still someone else's normie. It's turtles distros all the way down!

Finally, a Git tutorial that makes sense! The landing plane is git commit - safely touching down with your changes. The takeoff is git push - launching your code into the remote repo with a prayer it doesn't crash. And git add ? That's just people desperately climbing onto a sketchy ladder in the middle of nowhere - exactly how it feels tracking files before you've figured out what half of them even do. Ryanair's budget operations perfectly capture the bare-minimum approach most of us take with version control. "Yeah, I'll just commit directly to main. What could possibly go wrong?"

Gather 'round the campfire, kids! That's Mr. Krabs telling SpongeBob horror stories about the ancient debugging rituals. Back when Stack Overflow was just a gleam in Jeff Atwood's eye, we had to read man pages - these massive walls of cryptic text with more flags than the United Nations. No fancy IDEs with tooltips, no quick Google searches, just you and terminal output that might as well have been written in hieroglyphics. We'd spend hours deciphering parameters like archaeologists, only to find the solution was a single dash we missed on page 47. The youth today with their ChatGPT don't know the trauma of typing "man grep" and watching your evening disappear.