AI Cannot Replace Him

That moment when you realize the "Learn C++ in One Video" tutorial is 35,040 minutes long. That's 584 hours or 24 straight days of pointers, memory management, and template metaprogramming. The initial excitement followed by the crushing reality that mastering C++ is basically a full-time job. Might as well apply for social security benefits before you finish watching.

When you make that "tiny, insignificant" change to your code and suddenly your compiler lights up like a Christmas tree on steroids. The car dashboard warning lights are basically the compiler screaming "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" in binary. We've all been there—changing a single semicolon and somehow breaking 47 seemingly unrelated functions. That moment when you realize your "quick fix" just turned your elegant codebase into a dumpster fire that would make even Stack Overflow veterans weep.

Going from Rust's memory safety back to C++ is like voluntarily choosing to juggle chainsaws after experiencing the bliss of juggling nerf balls. "Oh, you mean I get to manage my own memory again? And deal with dangling pointers? And segmentation faults? How... wonderful ." Nothing quite like the existential dread of realizing you've spent the last hour debugging an issue caused by forgetting to free memory that was allocated 500 lines ago. The compiler isn't holding your hand anymore—it's more like it's holding the door open to chaos and saying "have fun!"

The C++ programmer's 3 AM nightmare in full display. First the Rust evangelists tell you your beloved language is "unsafe" and you need to switch. Then they warn that all your code will be rewritten in Rust anyway, so prepare for unemployment. Finally, the dream escalates to its horrifying conclusion: "QUIT HAVING FUN" – because how dare you enjoy your pointer arithmetic and manual memory management? It's the programming equivalent of vegans telling meat-eaters they'll die of heart disease while you're just trying to enjoy your steak. Meanwhile, the C++ dev lies awake, haunted by the thought that maybe – just maybe – they should learn Rust before their GitHub contributions become vintage artifacts in the Computer History Museum.

The Rust compiler is basically that one friend who won't let you leave the house until you've triple-checked that you turned off the stove, locked all 17 doors, and signed a legally binding document promising not to do anything stupid! 💀 Your sanity? GONE. Evaporated into thin air while you fight with the borrow checker for the 47th time today. But hey, at least your code won't have memory leaks or segfaults! That's right, sweetie - the compiler basically forces you to write perfect code or it will absolutely refuse to compile. The DRAMA of it all! Worth it? Maybe. But not before you've questioned every life choice that led you to programming in the first place.

The duality of C++ developers confessing their sins. When the attractive dev with the C logo head admits to memory leaks, it's "awww, you're sweet" territory. But when the sweaty guy in a sweater vest does it? Straight to HR jail. Let's be honest, memory management is like dating - it's all about who's doing the allocating, not what's being allocated. The garbage collector can't save you from workplace discrimination.