Obsidian Cares About The Sanity Of Its Users

The evolution of developers has taken a tragic turn! Back in the glory days, programmers were depicted as muscular chads who wrote code without AI assistance or Stack Overflow, built entire games in Assembly language (absolute madlads), crafted mission-critical code for Moon landings, and fixed memory leaks by manually tweaking pointers. Fast forward to today, and we've devolved into bizarre creatures who can't center a div without Googling it for the 500th time, beg ChatGPT to fix basic syntax errors, get trapped in Vim like it's some kind of developer prison (":q! anyone?"), and somehow manage to create three new bugs while fixing just one. The brutal reality check hits hard. We went from programming gods to dependency-addicted gremlins who can't function without our precious tools. Progress?

The evolution of our species is brutal. In 1992, programmers were hardcore beasts writing their own drivers—diving into assembly code and hardware specs like digital gladiators. Fast forward to today, and we're all crying because we accidentally opened Vim and now we're trapped in a text editor prison with no visible escape hatches. The command is :q! by the way, but that knowledge only comes after the emotional damage is done. The transition from "I bend computers to my will" to "help, my computer is bullying me" is the most accurate timeline of programming history ever created.

The bell curve of developer evolution: first you're a happy VSCode user with an IQ of 55, blissfully unaware of vim keybindings. Then you evolve into a crying, suffering Neovim zealot at IQ 100, spending more time configuring your editor than actually coding. Finally, you transcend to galaxy brain status at IQ 145 and return to VSCode because life's too short to spend 6 months customizing your init.lua. The true enlightenment isn't the tool—it's knowing when to stop tinkering and just ship the damn code.

When your production server is infected with malware and the only way to communicate with the outside world is through Vim commands! That hazmat suit isn't protecting them from a virus - it's protecting them from the absolute horror of not being able to exit Vim. The desperate "ESC :q!" is the universal distress signal of developers trapped in the terminal abyss. Some say they're still trying to save and quit to this day...

The ABSOLUTE TRAGEDY of being a Vim user in social situations! 😱 When someone introduces themselves, your brain doesn't store their name in normal memory—it gets filed under "Vim Keybindings" alongside your escape routes! The poor soul's brain is literally SCANNING through Vim commands to exit a conversation like it's a terminal they're desperately trying to close! That ":wq to exit conversation" is the digital equivalent of faking a phone call to escape small talk. The struggle is CATASTROPHICALLY real when your social protocol runs on the same system as your text editor!

Ah, corporate security logic at its finest! Some poor soul clicks a sketchy email attachment, and suddenly management's brilliant security strategy is "if it's free, it's a threat." Imagine telling developers to uninstall Python, Vim, and 7zip because they didn't come with an invoice. Next they'll be requiring receipts for your keyboard shortcuts. The real security threat isn't free software—it's the executive who thinks obscure paid software with three users worldwide is inherently secure because it cost exactly one corporate credit card approval. Meanwhile, the hacker who sent that email is probably using those same "insecure" free tools to plan their next attack. The irony would be delicious if it weren't so painful.