Things I miss from the world
I miss the days when a resume was read by tired eyes, not scanned by a cold script. Back then, getting a job relied on a human hunch—on a conversation where chemistry, potential, and character mattered more than satisfying a boolean search of keywords.
There was a certain dignity in being rejected by a person who at least took the time to read your name. Today, automated filters discard us before we even exist. I miss the "inefficiency" of taking a chance on someone who didn't check every box but had the hunger to learn. That human imperfection was what built loyalty.
The silence in modern development teams is overwhelming, but the noise in Merge Requests is even worse. I miss the world where Juniors understood they were Juniors—not because of a title, but because they respected the craft enough to know they were just beginning to master it.
I miss the honest struggle of learning. Today, the "Junior" has been replaced by a relay for ChatGPT. It is exhausting to argue with a human who is merely parroting a machine's hallucinations, defending code they didn't write and logic they don't yet understand.
We have lost the beauty of the "naive question" and replaced it with the arrogance of the "automated answer." I miss mentorship that felt like passing down a legacy, not a battle against an LLM. We are no longer raising architects; we are training prompt-engineers who have forgotten how to think when the internet goes down. The ladder of growth has been broken, and the forge where real developers are made has gone cold.
thehumansource.com — Compiled by humans.