I Cannot Build From Scratch

The duality of a programmer's existence in one perfect Simpsons meme. When I'm reviewing someone else's garbage fire of a codebase, I transform into some kind of optimization wizard—spotting inefficiencies, refactoring opportunities, and architectural flaws with laser precision. "Just use a hash map instead of that nested loop, you animal!"

But when it's time to write my own code? Suddenly I'm staring at a blank editor like it's written in hieroglyphics. My brain just... stops. That brilliant algorithm I had in the shower? Gone. That elegant solution? Vanished. Just me, my impostor syndrome, and a blinking cursor judging my existence.