I Cannae Change The Laws Of Physics

Your hacky code works because we convinced a fancy rock to do math. Let's not forget the crucial first steps though - we had to flatten said rock into a silicon wafer and zap it with electricity. Next time your janky regex actually matches what you want, thank the electrified pebble doing billions of calculations per second while having absolutely no idea what it's doing. It's like training a pet rock for the Olympics, except the rock doesn't even know it's competing.

The eternal developer time estimation paradox strikes again. You start with that confident "I'll knock this out before lunch" energy, only to find yourself five hours later questioning your entire career choice and wondering if you should've just become a goat farmer instead. That "quick fix" turned into a rabbit hole of dependency hell, undocumented APIs, and Stack Overflow threads from 2013 that end with "nevermind, I figured it out" with zero explanation. Time estimation in software is basically astrology but with more caffeine and self-loathing.

Nothing ruins a developer's flow state faster than a senior dev gatekeeping what "real engineering" looks like. Junior was vibing with his lo-fi beats and cute VS Code theme, probably knocking out features left and right. Then comes the senior with a memory leak in some ancient C++ module nobody's touched since the Bush administration, demanding manual tracing without AI tools because apparently suffering builds character. Six hours of staring at a black screen while senior takes a 2-hour tea break? That's not mentorship, that's hazing. The username "@forgot_to_kill_ec2" is just *chef's kiss* – nothing says "us-east-1 Survivor" quite like forgetting to terminate instances and watching your AWS bill skyrocket. Welcome to the real world indeed, where your zen coding session gets replaced by pointer arithmetic nightmares and existential dread.

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The indie game dev experience in one perfect image. While everyone else is labeled "ME" doing all the visible work, there's that one poor soul circled in blue labeled "ALSO ME" clinging to the back of the car for dear life. That's your sanity hanging on by a thread while you try to be a one-person game studio. "I'll just wear all the hats," you said. "How hard could it be?" you asked. Now you're simultaneously the coder fixing bugs, the artist tweaking pixels, the marketer crafting tweets, and somehow still your own worst enemy sabotaging the whole operation with feature creep. The vehicle is somehow still moving forward though, so... success?

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