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Eight hours of programming? Just another Tuesday. Eight hours of debugging that missing semicolon? Time moves differently in that realm. It's like entering a black hole where minutes stretch into years and your soul slowly leaves your body with each console error. The worst part? You'll eventually find it, stare at it for 10 seconds, and question your career choices.

The dad joke of programming has arrived! This pun plays on the double meaning of "C" - both as the programming language and the verb "to see." Python developers wear glasses because "they can't C" - implying they're stuck in a language without pointers, manual memory management, and all those lovely segmentation faults that C programmers get to debug at 3 AM. It's basically saying Python devs are visually impaired to the "real programming" world. Meanwhile, C programmers are squinting through bloodshot eyes after hunting down memory leaks for 12 hours straight, thinking "at least I can C!"

Global variables are the chaotic neutral entities of programming—existing everywhere and nowhere simultaneously. When you interrogate one about its memory allocation, it just stares back with those creepy wolf eyes: "I'm neither stack nor heap but another secret third thing." It's like that roommate who somehow lives in your apartment but never pays rent or shows up on the lease. The memory management gods are watching, and they're judging your life choices.

Dating as a developer is like debugging without documentation - painful but occasionally educational. Sure, she ghosted you faster than a failed Jenkins build, but hey, at least someone outside Stack Overflow now understands Java's entry point! That small victory almost makes up for eating microwave ramen alone tonight while contemplating whether relationships are just another stateful system you can't properly maintain.

The entire tech industry is just a skyscraper of abstractions built on C. Modern developers happily live in their fancy penthouses of JavaScript frameworks and cloud services, blissfully unaware that some grumpy 70-year-old's pointer arithmetic from 1972 is keeping the lights on. One memory leak in that legacy C code and your Docker container orchestration falls faster than my will to live during a production outage.

Ah, the eternal Rust evangelism strike force and their undying optimism! The meme shows the slow descent into madness of someone waiting for C/C++ to finally die off. Starting in 2015: "Any day now!" By 2018: "Hmm, checking my watch, should be happening soon..." 2022: "I'll just lie down here in this field of broken promises." And finally 2025: "Just bury me with my memory-safe abstractions." Meanwhile, C++ is still running literally everything important in the world. Sorry Rustaceans, those 40-year-old codebases aren't rewriting themselves—no matter how many times you mention "fearless concurrency" at the company holiday party.