We Are Not The Same

C++ developers watching Rust evangelists talk about memory safety is the programming equivalent of a wolf staring down a chihuahua. Sure, the chihuahua is making valid points about not eating the neighbors, but the wolf's been managing just fine with raw power and sharp teeth for decades, thank you very much. After 35 years of manual memory management, we've seen some things. And yeah, maybe we've caused a few segfaults that took down production servers at 2AM, but that's just character building.

Ah, the classic programming love story that was doomed from the start. She returns values, he doesn't return anything – basically the relationship equivalent of sending texts and getting left on read. The compiler warned him they were incompatible, but he disabled warnings with -w and compiled anyway. Their entire relationship was just her waiting for him to return something meaningful while he just... existed. And people wonder why programmers have commitment issues.

Ah, the classic "my code doesn't work but I'll share it anyway" scenario. Some poor soul wrote a C++ program in Notepad (first red flag) with what appears to be a legitimate header and main function, but then decided to include their personal discomfort as debug output. That moment when you're so deep in debugging hell that your physical discomfort makes it into your print statements. We've all been there at 3 AM, except most of us have the good sense to delete those lines before asking for help. Pro tip: If your balls are itching, scratch them before posting your code to Stack Overflow. Your code review and your personal hygiene should remain separate concerns.

Ah, the magical transformation that happens when someone glances at your monitor! One second you're crafting cryptic pointer arithmetic that would make Linus Torvalds weep with joy, and the next you're writing the programming equivalent of "See Spot Run." The code suddenly becomes so simple it's practically insulting - a glorified boolean return that a toddler could debug. It's like your brain enters panic mode: "ABORT COMPLEX ALGORITHMS! HUMAN DETECTED! QUICK, LOOK COMPETENT BUT NOT TOO COMPETENT!" And suddenly you're writing code that screams "I definitely know what I'm doing" while simultaneously hiding the digital chaos you were just reveling in. The irony? That simple if-else statement probably took more mental energy than the pointer voodoo you were happily writing before someone invaded your sacred coding bubble.

The programming language family drama continues! Here we have D (the forgotten language with the red logo) watching as the cool kids C, Go, and Rust hang out at the programming party. Poor D is literally wearing a party hat but nobody remembers it was supposed to be C++'s successor before all these trendy new languages showed up. D actually had garbage collection and modern features before it was cool, but now it's like that uncle who keeps saying "I invented that!" while everyone awkwardly sips their coffee. Meanwhile, Go is getting all the cloud jobs, Rust is being crowned for memory safety, and C just keeps trucking along like the immortal language it is.

When someone claims they're "good in C," but their idea of writing code is literally arranging the letter 'c' to spell "Hello World." That's like saying you're fluent in Spanish because you can order a burrito at Chipotle. The painful irony is that actual C "Hello World" is just a few lines that any first-year student could Google in 5 seconds: #include <stdio.h> int main() { printf("Hello World"); return 0; } Yet here we are, watching someone flex their ASCII art skills instead of basic syntax knowledge. Classic interview self-destruction.