Sometimes You Don't Fix It, You Just End It

Two lonely devs complaining about having zero GitHub followers while the obvious solution stares them in the face. It's like watching two people dying of thirst while standing next to a water fountain. The second dev even added the sad face emoticon for maximum pity points. The real tragedy? They both managed to increment their comment count (++11 and ++1) but couldn't figure out how to increment their follower count. Classic programmer mindset - can write complex algorithms but can't solve the simplest social problem.

OH. MY. GOD. The AUDACITY of mentioning you're an open source developer on a date and expecting anyone to stick around! 💀 The second panel's empty chair is the ULTIMATE ghosting move. Like, honey, did you really think announcing your unpaid coding hobby would make someone swoon? Next time just say you're unemployed - it's basically the same thing but sounds less pretentious! The dating pool just EVAPORATED faster than RAM in a memory leak!

Nothing triggers impostor syndrome quite like scrolling through GitHub and finding Luigi here with dual CS degrees from an Ivy League school, 3500 followers, and probably a contribution graph that looks like a Manhattan skyline. Meanwhile, you're still struggling to center a div and your most impressive achievement is fixing a bug by restarting your computer. The cherry on top? He's probably 22 and already has FAANG offers while you're surviving on Stack Overflow copypasta and praying nobody reviews your code too carefully. But hey, at least you know how to exit Vim... sometimes.

That magical moment when you've spent 45 minutes troubleshooting why your Git push is failing, only to realize you're still using your password instead of a personal access token. The butterfly represents that elusive token you created six months ago and promptly forgot about. GitHub's like "Nice try with that password from 2019, but we've moved on. Maybe you should too." The eternal dance of modern authentication vs. your stubborn muscle memory continues...

When your coworker casually drops a commit labeled "Small Fixes" that changes 12,566 lines and deletes 10,508 lines. The shock and horror! That's not a small fix—that's reconstructive surgery on the codebase! Future you will be digging through git blame wondering what nuclear explosion happened that day. And good luck with the code review... "LGTM" is about to become "Let God Take Me."

Oh. My. GOD. The absolute BETRAYAL of finding a note from past-you telling present-you to fix something "at your earliest convenience" like past-you was some kind of RESPONSIBLE ADULT?! 😱 The AUDACITY of your former self to delegate tasks to future-you while having NO IDEA what kind of hellscape future-you would be living in! And then having the NERVE to sign it like you're two different people?! Past-you is ALWAYS leaving landmines of unfinished work that present-you has to deal with. The cycle of self-sabotage continues until we're all just screaming into the void of our own technical debt! Somewhere, a git blame command is just waiting to expose your shame!