Trust Me I Am Not The Brick Wall

Engineering forums in their natural habitat. Someone asks a detailed, thoughtful question about wireless protocols and the mod's entire response is just "google." The digital equivalent of a professor writing "see textbook" on your 3-page question. Twenty years of engineering education and experience distilled into a single dismissive word. The beautiful irony is that if the poster had just googled "why are engineers so insufferably condescending," they'd have found this exact thread as the top result.

The classic engineering student pipeline: start with starry-eyed optimism, end with existential dread. Nothing ages you quite like discovering that "solving complex problems" actually means "debugging code at 2AM while questioning your life choices." The transformation from "I love math!" to "I hate everything, including math" happens somewhere around Differential Equations. Engineering programs should hand out cigarettes and beanies with acceptance letters—you'll need both by junior year.

The universal law of tool behavior: they're sentient little monsters that read your thoughts. Need something to come loose? It'll stay tighter than a quantum particle in a perfect vacuum. Want it to stay tight? It'll practically jump off by itself. And that angle grinder at the end is just the universe saying "I told you so" in mechanical form. The torch at the bottom is just flexing on all of us with its phase-changing superiority. Engineering karma is real, and it has a twisted sense of humor that even Newton never accounted for in his laws.

The cognitive dissonance is radioactive! This meme highlights how humans happily inhale fossil fuel emissions dispersed throughout our atmosphere, yet freak out about nuclear waste that's literally sealed in Fort Knox-level containment systems buried deep underground. Fun fact: you'd get more radiation exposure from eating a banana than standing next to a properly stored nuclear waste container. The irrational fear of nuclear energy might just be the greatest scientific PR failure of the modern era – all while we're collectively fine with turning our atmosphere into a carbon dioxide storage unit. Talk about misplaced priorities!

Engineering students have discovered the ultimate stress management technique: quitting! While normies suggest exercise, meditation, or puzzles, engineers know that nothing reduces cortisol levels quite like abandoning your degree entirely. The psychological research is clear - your blood pressure drops approximately 73% the moment you tell your parents you're switching to business. It's not avoiding challenges; it's practicing advanced self-preservation!

The eternal academic rivalry laid bare! While the physicist dwells in theoretical purgatory contemplating the heat death of the universe (which won't happen for trillions of years, so super practical), our chad engineer is out there approximating solutions and actually building stuff that works. Let's be honest - nobody cares about your elegant solution to the n-body problem when the bridge needs to not collapse. The Newton-Raphson method might not be sexy, but it pays for the yacht. Meanwhile, those quarks aren't going to pay off that crushing student debt. As a professor who's watched this drama play out for decades, I can confirm: you can either publish papers nobody reads or drive a Tesla. Choose wisely, undergrads.