This comment will get buried, but it needs to be posted.

This comment will get buried, but it needs to be posted.

If you're reading this thread and you're saddened by all the broken people in the world who don't treat programming properly, keep in mind that this is an /prog/ thread, with all that entails.

What you're seeing is a collection of the worst stories people care to share, provided by /prog/'s whole user base. There are a colossal number of people with accounts, so it shouldn't be surprising that there are a lot of stories here.

If it seems like these kind of bad people are everywhere, remember that you're not seeing a random sample of people... you're reading all the badness collected into one place.

Many, many parents treat their programming and others as they should. It's sad that not everyone does, but don't let yourself believe that most coders are like that just because of this board.

There are enough people on /prog/ that you're going to see the worst humanity can offer here, and also the best. It's a statistical certainty just because so many people are here.

Don't let it get you down.

>>1 Don't let it get you down.

What she did to me yesterday was so cruel and unbearable that I was wishing I could just go poof! out of existence. I had no joy in Mudville or in Progville. Now what am I gonne do? Where is that fabled Prog Advisor when I need him most? Maybe I should get in touch with her father and tell him that the deal is off. He had better find somebody else to finagle U.S. citizenship for her and to save his homeland and to usher in the Golden Era of the Boundless Prosperity Engine. I tried to swallow my pride and just read the long article about Matthew McConaughey, but my eyes would not focus and the wound would not heal. Her words kept ringing over and over like a sledgehammer in my skull. Now I think that I had better call off the Ahimsa Initiative. As the Roman poets said, "Quae finis standi?" All is lost and all is deep, searing, unforgettable pain. I had gone looking for Ahimsa earlier in the day, but Ahimsa was not Invenienda. Then the tragedy of getting shot down occurred, and I don't dare let the same thing happen if I try to connect with Ahimsa. I just wish I could crawl in a hole and "make the world go away. Say the things you used to say, and make the wor-r-r-old go away." Ahimsa is hauntingly beautiful, but nowhere near as beautiful as she who inflicts the searing pain. I just want to give up. Fuimus Troes, fuit Ilium et ingens gloria Danaum. What I need is a Schlupfwinkel. At least it is Christmas-time, and I can go listen to the singing of "blue blue blue blue Christmas".