For me it’s remembering those same phone numbers from 35 years ago.
40% of the time this:
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doot doot mr skeltal ☠️🎺
It still stores phone numbers… from 20 years ago.
I still remember a phone number to my childhood friend I didn’t talk to for over a decade.It’s buffer for security codes.
I use mine for ip addresses
It’s trying to remember which end number I’m up to for this password.
The trick is to not use numbers. Use a tchotchke placed in a prominent place on your desk. My password changes frequently. The previous tchotchke was a goat pin, then a cactus figurine, then a binder clip. I just need to picture my desk and I know what the thing is.
And my desk is so cluttered it’s not clear what the special object is. (You know what they say: cluttered desk, cluttered mind. Empty desk…)
It still has the ones I put in there 40 years ago.
Yep. Apparently I stuck those in some sort of super resilient long term storage.
It used to remember passwords, it briefly got a gig memorizing drink orders, now it mostly focuses remembering project numbers and does a little 2FA code work on the side.
Pokemon cards, traffic hours, busy streets, school hours, garbage day.
Then there’s; monthly rates for subscriptions, utility costs, insurance, and housing bill dates.
Depression is like a goldfish. It expands to fit the space it has.
I’m going to quote this to my psychiatrist when he asks me how I’ve been.
Depression
Slowly being overwritten with memes and film quotes
Something absolutely useless like names of bands and songs from the 80’s and 90’s that i vehemently hated or names of obscure porn stars from 70’s to 90’s
Poor brain, I’m so sorry for you. You deserved better.
I‘m 31 years old. Never had to remember a single phone number besides my own.
How did that work? Were you that one kid who had a mobile, did you have them written down on a piece of paper, did you not go out by yourself, or did it not occur to anyone that you might need to call home (or even emergency services) in an emergency? Sorry this sounds so rude, I don’t mean to be, I’m just having a hard time imagining this.
this is for the folks 32 and up. begone kiddo!
Look at my knees and and my back and say that one more time, old-timer!
enough!
get your wheeled walker, it’s time to fight!
Remembering what password and username goes where.
I still remember the phone numbers for my friend’s house from 1st - 5th grade and my ex from high school’s home and cell number.
Probably keeping track of people’s genders and preferred pronouns.
