There are motherfuckers out there now with NO idea what it was like potentially having to talk with a girl’s parents first, any time you wanted to call her
Me: “Hi, is Sarah there?” Her mum, voice away from the phone: “Oh, Sarah. Its a boy for you. Is this your new boyfriend?” Sarah in the back ground: “Mum, stop. I’ll take it up stairs.” Her dad: “Hello, who is this?” Me: "Eh, hello. This is Benny. Im phoning for Sarah. Her Dad: "What you phoning her for? Me: "Eh… Sarah in the nick of time: “DAD!!! HANG UP THE PHONE!!!”
Or after going out for a few weeks/months
Me: “Hi, Its Benny. Its Sarah there?” Her Dad: “Hold on.” Her Dad in the background with zero attempt to cover the mouth piece: “Sarah, that wee pricks on the phone for you again.” lol
I remember when I called my then girl friend back in the days and possibly had to talk to her mom, dad, older brother or younger sister first 😬
Haha yep. The whole family was involved. I don’t even think it’s necessarily a bad thing, it’s definitely not comfortable but as long as you don’t have bad intent, it’s probably better that everyone has some kind of tabs on what’s going on, and you have to face up to justifying to them why and how you’re hanging out with their daughter.
It’s buffer for security codes.
I use mine for ip addresses
40% of the time this:
VLCkeleton
doot doot mr skeltal ☠️🎺
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.
For me it’s remembering those same phone numbers from 35 years ago.
Depression
Probably passwords. Though the brain is what we call plastic, as in it can take any on lots of roles and those exact neurons could do any number of things… or, you know, nothing at all.
Not too dissimilar from a file system that’s lost it’s index but probably still has some 1s and 0s, which is true of most of your lost memories, probably.
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.
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.
Remembering what password and username goes where.
Passwords
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.
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.Probably keeping track of people’s genders and preferred pronouns.
Pokemon cards, traffic hours, busy streets, school hours, garbage day.
Then there’s; monthly rates for subscriptions, utility costs, insurance, and housing bill dates.
