Family tech support Memes

The eternal struggle of every CS graduate - spending four years learning algorithms, data structures, and computational theory only to be reduced to "the tech person" who can supposedly fix any electronic device within a 50-mile radius. That smug little smirk in the final panel says it all. It's the universal "I could write you a sorting algorithm that would make Donald Knuth weep with joy, but diagnosing why your laptop makes that weird clicking noise? Yeah... I'm suddenly very busy with important computer science things." The cognitive dissonance is exquisite. We're simultaneously expected to understand the deepest mysteries of computation AND why your printer only works when Mercury isn't in retrograde.

The ultimate self-preservation tactic. When a relative discovers you're "good with computers," you're suddenly the designated IT department for every printer jam and Facebook password reset until the end of time. Saying "no" despite having a CS degree is like having a panic button for family gatherings. It's not lying, it's strategic incompetence - the only firewall that actually works against tech support requests.

Ah yes, the classic "computer expert" paradox. Got a master's degree in computer engineering but somehow can't figure out why your wife's laptop is making that weird clicking noise. The degree prepares you to design complex systems and algorithms, not to troubleshoot why Facebook is suddenly showing everything in Spanish after your mother-in-law borrowed the computer. It's like having a PhD in astrophysics but being unable to explain why the kitchen light flickers. The universe makes sense; household electronics remain an eternal mystery.

That moment when someone learns you're in "computer science" and immediately assumes you're tech support. Sure, I can reverse a binary tree, implement a neural network, and debug race conditions, but no, I have absolutely no idea why your laptop makes that weird clicking sound. I mean, I could look at it, but that would set a dangerous precedent where I become everyone's personal Geek Squad. My algorithm for handling these requests is simple: blank stare, slight smirk, change subject.

Ah, the classic CS major paradox! You casually mention your degree and suddenly everyone thinks you're some tech deity who can resurrect their 15-year-old laptop with a single touch. Meanwhile, the truth is you're just another mortal who spends hours debugging a missing semicolon and occasionally whispers sweet nothings to your compiler hoping it'll cooperate. The only thing you're "jacked into" is your fifth cup of coffee while Stack Overflow judges your existence. This is why we can't have nice conversations at family gatherings.