A surprisingly soured reaction has come over me. Lately, feeling giddy about sweeping up code is absent. As time accelerates hyperlinearly within my text editor, the bursts of dopamine are no longer an assertion of knowing. I'm middle-aged without its small pleasures.
I'm giving up on clean code and consistency, coming full circle in a game of sparking joy. If I feel good about mopping up code, I'll remind myself that it's time extinguished, which steals from what needs doing. Whatever I'm working on will be sullied over or thrown out, anyway.
Editor's note: Feel free to share this rant in your next code review.
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