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THE DRAMA OF VERSION CONTROL! One second you're sobbing under your desk because you just force-pushed to master and deleted three weeks of work, and the next second you're LITERALLY ASCENDING TO GODHOOD with wings of light as you discover the magical salvation that is git reflog . It's the divine command that says "actually, I recorded everything you did, you chaotic disaster of a developer." The emotional rollercoaster from total despair to divine intervention is just *chef's kiss*. Your terminal isn't just a tool—it's your confessional, your therapist, and apparently, your guardian angel.

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The eternal law of debugging: spend 80 hours hunting down an elusive bug, only for some random player to stumble upon it within seconds of launching your game. It's like the milk boiling over principle—the moment you step away from watching it, chaos erupts. Your code behaves perfectly during 147 test runs until the exact moment someone important is watching. The universe runs on spite and compiler tears.

The five stages of debugging condensed into one t-shirt. You start with pure hatred, questioning every life choice that led you to this career. Then you hate it even more as you realize the bug is probably something stupid. Then—plot twist—your code actually compiles and runs without segfaulting. Suddenly you're a genius, dopamine floods your brain, and you love programming again. But here's the kicker: despite that brief moment of euphoria when things work, the underlying relationship with programming remains... complicated. It's like a toxic relationship where one successful deployment makes you forget the 47 merge conflicts and the production bug that woke you up at 2 AM last Tuesday. The shirt perfectly captures that developer bipolar disorder where you oscillate between "I should've been a carpenter" and "I am a code wizard" within the same hour. The title nails it—even after the high of success, the baseline emotion is still despise. We're all just Stockholm syndrome survivors at this point.