Saddest Parts Of Being A Programming Nerd

So I’ve been trying to fix this bug on my #JDBC derby database for the most part of the day; when I say most part of the day I mean the whole day. I got frustrated I did not even have the appetite to take dinner. My mom storms into my room really furious of the audacity of me staying in my room the whole day and not even helping out in the kitchen and now am pulling this crap of not eating.

I stare at her with disbelief in my eyes. How dare she? But again, she wouldn’t understand. So I summon all my remaining nerves and tell her, “Sorry mom I was working on something and it’s not going as I wanted. Am sorry I lost track of time”. By the look she gave me I knew she thought that was crap.

So I am so frustrated, I install my IDE and decide to download another updated JDK. I think someone said a good #farmer never blames his tools but as at now I am convinced my laptop has turned all my drivers against me. Does Elon Musk deal with this crap? I think I should just quit programming and become a puppeteer, I joke.

A pop up from #quora digest pops up on my browser. A piece of article from John Smith about the saddest part of being a programmer? And he starts by listing a couple of frustrations he has had over the years. As I scroll down I find myself nodding. “Aha! Someone understands.”

He states that one of the downsides is not being able to share your sweetest accomplishments with yours family because after all they would not understand how amazing it felt that you established a connection with your derby client! Or how you found the right color for the UI that is user interface. You k now this small things that might as well make programmers cry on their keyboard. Sometimes I wish I could tell my brother how much some bug in my code is actually bugging my existence then, but eeer! Who talks computer? No one but me in the whole damn house.