The Programmer-Stuck-In-Vim Keyboard Heatmap

Ah, the sacred scrolls of developer archetypes. The Barbarian who worships C and recites man pages is just your average Unix greybeard who thinks anything after Perl is heresy. The Rogue is basically every crypto bro with questionable ethics and a VPN. Wizards are those mythical 10x developers whose code is so advanced no one can maintain it after they leave. Clerics are the TDD zealots who'd rather write tests than actually ship anything. And Druids? Just sysadmins who've spent so much time in server rooms they've started identifying as network packets. I've worked with all five. The Druid still owes me $20 and insists I call him "FoxTail69" at happy hour.

Spotted in the wild: the elusive Vim purist, a developer so hardcore they've rejected modern comforts like autocomplete, AI assistants, and even search engines. This rare specimen navigates Arch Linux solely through cryptic man pages while typing raw code on a battle-scarred ThinkPad. It's like watching someone choose to chisel code into stone tablets when everyone else is using power tools. The "psychopath" label might be harsh, but let's be honest—this is the same energy as someone who insists on churning their own butter while living next door to a grocery store.

The chart perfectly illustrates the eternal struggle of every coder who's lost hours of work to the void. That towering orange bar represents our unwavering faith in the magical ":w" command in Vim to write our changes to disk. Meanwhile, that pathetic purple stub shows how much we actually trust "ctrl+s" to save our work in other editors. Nothing quite matches the existential dread of hitting ctrl+s and wondering if it really saved or if your changes will vanish into the digital abyss. At least with Vim's :w command, you get that reassuring "written" confirmation that your precious 3-hour debugging session won't disappear when your cat inevitably knocks over your coffee onto your power strip.

Behold the great decline of our noble profession. We went from muscle-bound legends who wrote code without AI crutches and built entire games in Assembly (because apparently pain is character-building) to modern keyboard jockeys who can't center a div without consulting Google for the 47th time today. The golden age programmer fixed memory leaks by hand, while we're over here begging ChatGPT to fix our syntax errors like it's our personal code therapist. And let's not forget the programmer trapped in Vim since 2018 because :q! is apparently harder to remember than differential calculus. The final insult? We fix one bug and create three more. It's not a development cycle, it's a pyramid scheme.

While Vim zealots and VS Code fanboys are busy screaming at each other with tears streaming down their faces, the true gigachad silently opens Notepad and gets the job done without spending 3 hours configuring plugins. Sure, it's like performing surgery with a butter knife, but sometimes you just need to edit a damn config file without your computer throwing a tantrum. The real flex isn't your fancy IDE—it's shipping code while everyone else is still arguing about tab width.

When you search for "vi" and Google immediately suggests "Did you mean: emacs" - that's not a search engine, that's a declaration of war in the text editor holy wars. Google just picked a side in the oldest developer rivalry known to mankind. Next they'll be suggesting "Did you mean: spaces" when you search for tabs. The audacity!