The assholes outnumber the good ones, and it feels like all of humanity is transactional and extractive.

At first all engagement is exciting and validating. You work nights and weekends to please people you’ve never met, sure that one good turn deserves another.

Then you get your first jerk, then your second, then your third, while your father is in the hospital. You feel pressure to ship a feature you never wanted. Your issue tracker is demoralizing. You get a PR! Maybe someone is coming to your rescue. It sucks. Now you need to figure out how to respond. You’re alone. Your passion project has become your albatross.