Sometimes I can have a very very bad memory. No, it's not deteriorating with age, I was born that way. I'm only really good with things like song names, certain birthdays ( If I really like you), phone numbers ( but I forget my own number most of the time). That's about the extent of my memory. Sometimes it's fine, I let it pass. Sometimes it just gets me into a whole lot of trouble. And remembering passwords are just the very beginning of how absent-minded I can be. Nothing gets the better of my temper than typing out different combinations and seeing the bloody 'error error' message a million times. AND THOSE DOTS. I can't even see what I'm typing!
I have various emails and accounts and bank codes and phone security numbers. It's just TOO MUCH for a 20 year old. Or 20 year old me. My idea of growing up and being an 'adult' was spending more money, sleeping late and calling people names without being told off. All of which I do. But then comes all the boring adult stuff which is enough to make you want to actually run around in nappies again and say 'gaa-gaa goo-goo' with a purpose. When I was 12 I had one email id. And it was so easy to remember. I'd use the same password for other stuff, such as when you have to sign up to a website to benefit from their oh-so knowledgeable wisdom. And then I got excited and started changing my passwords after one of my friends guessed what my Facebook one was. So from that day onwards, I decided to put a different password for each account. And by each I mean, literally, all 30-40 things I'm signed up for. At one point, one of my passwords was "holdupwaitaminuteletmeputsomebeatsupinit". Smart? Definitely. Retarded? BIGTIME. This was my facebook password so anytime I wanted to sneak a peek at facebook when my parents were sitting there, ( Don't worry, I went through the whole YOU'RE ALWAYS ON FACEBOOK phase too, but they saw the light eventually and came to terms with the fact that I'm not an addict). Huge passwords for facebook? NEVER. Especially when you desperately need to sign in to check in on your friends' latest relationship status because that's what confirms the truth in today's world or to check who poked you or 'liked' your comment on their comment on your friend's boyfriend's mum's wall.
I've had to change three email id's due to memory loss but now I have the exact same password for both accounts so izzallgood YO. Possibly the worst bout of forgetting would be with my Last.Fm account. Which was brutally painful. This is my third last.fm account and a good lesson for me to never complicate or try and experiment with passwords. My first Last.Fm account in 2006 had the names of 7 of my favourite bands all in ONE password. BAD IDEA. Clearly, I was trying to prove my love for music to a computer screen and a password box. The second time it was some random word I made up along with and I remember this quite well 'gaboozle' on the end. No that wasn't the random word I made up. Although it does serve as a perfect insult when you call someone a Gaboozle. Try it sometime! As for now, my Last.Fm account loves me dearly for I have managed to not forget my password for a year and a half and therefore not lost a gazillion scrobbles yet again. Possibly the worst feeling of addiction ever.
I think the 'forgot your password?' option is a blessing and probably the most pressed button on my laptop.
Fantasy football league? NIGHTMARE. I'm a regular. But even this season, I kept mixing up this password with something else and eventually I just gave up and decided to 'start afresh' next season. I was owning! Oh well. I'm double dosaging on Ginseng at the moment so as to improve my brain's memory power. ( go look up Ginseng and take it. It works! And that coming from me is a big deal!!!!)
Also, I broke one of my phones partially out of anger and forgetting my security key number. It was time for a new one anyway. I love my new phone. His name is Joe. Joe Gaboozle?
My point here is PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEASE. Keep it simple. Your passwords, your life. The moment you complicate it is when your brain says, SCREW THIS SHIT, *shuts down*.
Think about it.
No comments:
Post a Comment