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Content Nobody: Thanos when he gets the green infinity stone: import time

The five stages of developer grief happen in approximately 5 minutes flat. First comes the euphoria—arms raised, dopamine flowing, convinced you're about to build the next billion-dollar unicorn. Then reality strikes faster than a compiler error on line 1. Suddenly you're staring into the void, questioning your career choices and wondering if it's too late to become a professional dog walker. The gap between "I'm a coding genius with revolutionary ideas" and "I can't figure out why this basic function returns undefined" is approximately 300 seconds. It's almost impressive how quickly we go from tech visionary to existential crisis.

The universal constant of software development: fixing one bug creates fifteen more. It's like trying to squash a spider only to discover it was pregnant with demon spawn. You start with 2 errors, feeling smug as you crack your knuckles and fix that "simple issue." Then suddenly—BOOM—17 errors and your computer's practically on fire. Newton's lesser-known law: bugs can neither be created nor destroyed, only transformed into more complex bugs. Eight years of experience has taught me that confidence while fixing bugs is directly proportional to the catastrophe that follows.

The peaceful doctor-nurse relationship vs the chaotic programmer-tester dynamic is just *chef's kiss*. Left side: elegant collaboration. Right side: pure survival mode as the tester chases down the programmer with all those bugs they found. Nothing says "I wrote flawless code" like sprinting away from the person who proved you absolutely did not. The only thing faster than that programmer's escape is how quickly they'll blame it on "works on my machine" syndrome.

Ah, the haunting memory of C syntax when you've gone full Python. The meme shows a Python dev who also knows C, staring longingly at a framed photo of those low-level constructs they once mastered. It's like keeping a picture of your ex on your nightstand – painful yet somehow comforting. Sure, Python lets you write a sorting algorithm in 3 lines while sipping tea, but deep down you miss manually incrementing loop counters and segfaulting your way through memory management. That muscle memory for semicolons never truly fades.