The Road To Financial Ruin

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!

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.

Regular Kermit uses the menu options like a law-abiding citizen. Dark side Kermit knows the keyboard shortcuts that shave precious microseconds off your workflow. The real power users never touch the mouse. Rumor has it some developers haven't seen their cursor since 2007.

The ABSOLUTE TRAGEDY of a programmer's social life!!! Your brain literally stores people's names like Vim keybindings that you can't remember when needed. "Oh, I know this person's name... let me just... *frantically searches mental database*... ERROR 404: NAME NOT FOUND." Then you desperately try to escape the conversation with some made-up Vim command because your social battery just CRASHED harder than a production server during a demo. The ":wq to exit conversation" part is just *chef's kiss* - the universal cry for help when human interaction exceeds RAM capacity!

The first time you press 'S' in Vim and see %appdata% appear instead of actually saving your file is like piloting a military helicopter without training. You're staring at cryptic screens wondering why your simple command just launched what feels like nuclear codes. Ten years into my career and I still sometimes exit Vim by rebooting the entire server. Honestly, whoever designed Vim's interface probably also designs airplane cockpits for fun on weekends.

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.