I Don't Use Arch, btw

“I use Arch, btw” is not a personality, it’s a cry for help.

These people will wedge it into any conversation like cilantro into unsuspecting tacos. You’re talking about your cat? Boom-“my cat runs Arch, btw.” Mention that you installed Spotify? They’ll glare down at you like a disappointed sysadmin and hiss, “on Arch we just use ncmpcpp, obviously.” My friend, you’re not Neo bending reality inside the Matrix; you’re just stuck recompiling your kernel because your Wi-Fi card sneezed. Most of us like computers that work when we press the power button. Radical concept, I know.

Arch itself? Fine distro. Clean. Elegant. Sharp as a katana… if you enjoy juggling katanas while blindfolded. It’s a sandbox for power users, a dojo for the brave, and a landfill of broken sound configs for the rest. The problem isn’t the OS; it’s the smug cult surrounding it. Typing pacman -Syu doesn’t make you a wizard-it makes you someone who runs Windows in a VM just to join Zoom meetings without crashing. Meanwhile, Fedora users click once, install OBS, stream their gameplay, and still have time to go outside, touch grass, and not write manifestos about their package manager.

And let’s not forget the ego trip. Most “I use Arch, btw” disciples don’t even need Arch. They crave the badge of honor, the smug satisfaction of saying, “I built this pain with my own hands.” It’s tech masochism disguised as enlightenment. Yes, you hand-edited your bootloader. Yes, your desktop looks like a cyberpunk art installation. But no, you do not earn XP for suffering. This is not Dark Souls. At the end of the day, you’re just late to meetings because PulseAudio ate your mic again.

Repeat after me: computing isn’t a religion, it’s a tool-and no one gives a damn what distro your cat runs.