For me it’s remembering those same phone numbers from 35 years ago.
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.
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.
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
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’s buffer for security codes.
It’s trying to remember which end number I’m up to for this password.
I use mine for ip addresses
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 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.40% of the time this:
doot doot mr skeltal ☠️🎺
I‘m 31 years old. Never had to remember a single phone number besides my own.
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!
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.
Emergency services - yes, but those used to be 3 three digit numbers. 122 fire fighters because the 2s form a hose, 133 the police because the 3s look like handcuffs and 144 the ambulance because the 4s look like seats.
Yes I did go out by myself but what was a reason to call my parents? Back then there were 8 houses, a soccer and asphalt field and some woods in my part of the village.
By 10 when I got the biking license I got an old phone as a hand-me-down, but that was the case of pretty much everyone.
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.
I’m going to quote this to my psychiatrist when he asks me how I’ve been.
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
