Should I tell Her

OH. MY. GOD. The existential crisis when you suddenly realize that the print() function wasn't named by some cosmic random coding deity but because it LITERALLY PRINTED STUFF ON ACTUAL PAPER! 🤯 My entire programming life has been a LIE! Those ancient developers sitting there with their teletypewriters, watching their code physically PRINT OUT like some prehistoric fax machine while we're over here thinking we're so clever with our fancy terminals. I can't even process this level of obviousness that somehow escaped my brain for YEARS. Next you'll tell me "mouse" is called that because it RESEMBLES AN ACTUAL RODENT?! I need to lie down.

That sweet, sweet whisper of "0 warnings, 0 errors" from the compiler is basically foreplay for developers. The sheer ecstasy of code that compiles perfectly on the first try is so rare that when it happens, it literally gives us physical goosebumps. It's that magical moment when you've written 500 lines of code and somehow didn't mess up a single semicolon, bracket, or variable name. Pure. Developer. Bliss.

When your coffee machine starts speaking C++, you know it's going to be that kind of Monday. This fancy Siemens machine is having a vector::M_range_check exception while still managing to pour a perfect latte. The irony isn't lost on me—the one machine that's supposed to prevent debugging sessions is now requiring one. Somewhere, a software engineer is getting paged because they didn't validate array bounds in the milk frother algorithm. And yet, here we are, still desperately drinking the exception-brewed coffee because let's face it, fixing bugs without caffeine is like trying to compile with syntax errors.

When you spent years mastering tree inversions in C++ with all those pointer gymnastics, memory leaks, and segmentation faults only to watch some kid ask ChatGPT to do it in 5 seconds. The audacity. The betrayal. Back in my day, we debugged with print statements and cried silently into our mechanical keyboards.

Ah, the classic "I'll mix five languages in seven lines and call it a day" approach! This monstrosity has C++ syntax with iostream and std::cout , but wrapped in Python-style def () function declaration, no parameter names, and curly braces like it's Java or C#. Then there's that mathematical abomination calculating "e" with nested exponents that would make a calculator have an existential crisis. And the cherry on top? Outputting variable x that doesn't even exist while calculating e that's never used. Whoever wrote this clearly graduated from the "chaotic evil" school of programming.

One brave Rust enthusiast standing alone against the massive horde of C and C++ programmers, boldly declaring "Yes, you all are wrong." It's basically the programming language equivalent of bringing a memory-safe knife to a buffer overflow gunfight. The audacity! The sheer confidence of that one Rust dev thinking their fancy ownership model and zero-cost abstractions will convince thousands of battle-hardened pointer-arithmetic veterans who've been manually managing memory since before Rust was a speck of oxidation on Graydon Hoare's keyboard.