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
40% of the time this:
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For me it’s remembering those same phone numbers from 35 years ago.
Depression
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.
Remembering what password and username goes where.
Pokemon cards, traffic hours, busy streets, school hours, garbage day.
Then there’s; monthly rates for subscriptions, utility costs, insurance, and housing bill dates.
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‘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!
enough!
get your wheeled walker, it’s time to fight!
Have you considered PT? I’ve been for my back and knees and it’s been great. They give you homework to help you strengthen the right muscles to make the pain to away. They also walk you through how to do those exercises and take feedback to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.
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.
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.
Worry about the world
I have a pretty long password for my harddrive. Also, people still had notebooks, you didn’t need to memorize most phone numbers.
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