Obsidian Cares About The Sanity Of Its Users

OH. MY. GOD. The absolute DEVOLUTION of programmers is too real! 😭 On the left, we have the CHAD programmer of yesteryear - building an ENTIRE OPERATING SYSTEM FROM SCRATCH, talking directly to God, and casually mentioning CIA conspiracies while coding in 640x480 resolution like some kind of digital BARBARIAN! And what do we have now? A pathetic little doge in a coffee sweater, TRAPPED in Vim, desperately clinging to Stack Overflow and Spotify for emotional support! Can't even exit a text editor without begging for help! The audacity! The TRAGEDY! For the uninitiated: TempleOS was an operating system coded entirely by one man (Terry Davis) who claimed divine inspiration. Meanwhile, Vim is that text editor where generations of programmers have been held hostage because nobody remembers how to exit it (it's :q! by the way, YOU'RE WELCOME).

The text editor hierarchy is real and it's brutal . At the top, Vim/Emacs users look down on everyone with their terminal superiority complex. In the middle, VSCode/Spyder folks think they've found the perfect balance between power and sanity. And then there's the poor soul using whatever text editor came pre-installed with Ubuntu, probably Gedit or Nano, just trying to survive while everyone else judges their life choices. The coding elite have created their own caste system, and your editor choice reveals exactly where you belong in the programming social hierarchy. The deeper you go into customizing your .vimrc file, the more insufferable you become to everyone around you.

The eternal battle of development environments! On the left, we have sleek iPads representing modern Apple hardware—thin, light, beautiful, and probably costs more than your monthly rent. On the right? A battle-hardened ThinkPad running Linux with terminal windows that look like they're decrypting the Matrix. Plot twist: that ancient ThinkPad has survived three coffee spills, two office moves, and can compile kernel code while the iPad is still trying to figure out if it's a computer or a really expensive cutting board. The real punchline? That 10-year-old ThinkPad with its mechanical keyboard and enough ports to connect to NASA is probably the one actually shipping production code. Those stickers aren't decoration—they're battle scars!

The eternal Vim trap strikes again! Nothing quite like the cold sweat of realizing you're stuck in a text editor with seemingly no escape. The park ranger says "You cannot exit vim without proper keystrokes" - the digital equivalent of checking your hiking permit before letting you leave the wilderness. Meanwhile, seasoned Linux users smugly flash their "permit" - the sacred sudo shutdown command. It's the programming equivalent of bringing a bulldozer to a gardening competition. Sure, it works, but at what cost? Your unsaved changes send their regards from the void. For the uninitiated: Vim is that text editor your senior dev insists makes them 10x more productive, yet somehow they spend half their day configuring it. The classic escape sequence is :wq or :q! - but why remember that when you can just nuke your entire system?

Ah, the evolution of our noble profession! Remember when developers were depicted as muscular gods who could write flawless code without Stack Overflow, build entire games in Assembly, send rockets to the moon, and fix memory leaks by manually adjusting pointers? Fast forward to today's reality: frantically Googling basic CSS centering (still an unsolved mystery of computer science), begging ChatGPT to fix our syntax errors, getting trapped in Vim like it's some kind of developer hazing ritual, and the classic "fix one bug, spawn three more" hydra effect. The greatest irony? Those "superhuman" developers from the past would probably spend three hours debugging their Assembly code only to realize they forgot a semicolon. We've just outsourced our impostor syndrome to AI assistants.

OH. MY. GOD. The absolute tragedy of every Neovim convert's life! 😭 There you are, being PEER PRESSURED by some terminal zealot who swears Neovim will change your life if you just add 47 more plugins, configure 239 more settings, and memorize keyboard shortcuts that require you to contort your fingers like a professional pianist with a vendetta. Meanwhile, you're drowning in tears trying to remember how to save a file without accidentally launching a nuclear missile. The endless promise of "just one more config" is the biggest lie since "I've read and agree to the terms of service." Your IDE is RIGHT THERE, silently judging you as you spiral into dot-file madness!