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.

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

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 still has the ones I put in there 40 years ago.

It’s buffer for security codes.

40% of the time this:

I‘m 31 years old. Never had to remember a single phone number besides my own.

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.

Depression is like a goldfish. It expands to fit the space it has.

Pokemon cards, traffic hours, busy streets, school hours, garbage day.

Then there’s; monthly rates for subscriptions, utility costs, insurance, and housing bill dates.

Slowly being overwritten with memes and film quotes