When it comes to issue of forgetfulness, I'm one of those people who seem to have a knack for forgetting passwords. It's as if my brain has a mind of its own, and no matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to remember those crucial combinations of letters and numbers.
It's not like I don't try to be mindful of my passwords. In fact, I often make a conscious effort to create passwords that are meaningful to me, thinking that this will help me remember them more easily. I'll choose a phrase or a word that's significant to me, something that I think will stick in my mind.
But somehow, no matter how hard I try, I always seem to forget. I'll be watching my phone, ready to log in, and suddenly my mind will go blank. I'll crack my brain, trying to recall the password, but it's just not there.
It's frustrating and annoying, sometimes I used to feel like beating up myself but it's something that cannot happen, I'll just find myself wasting precious time trying to recover my password, or worse, having to reset it altogether. And even then, I'll sometimes forget the new password I've created, and these shit has happened countless times in my life
It's like my brain is playing a cruel joke on me. I'll be convinced that I've finally come up with a password that I'll never forget,then boom I have it slip my mind once again. It's a cycle of frustration and disappointment that I seem to be stuck in.
Despite my best efforts, forgetting passwords has become a habitual part of my life. I've learned to laugh at myself and try to find ways to work around it, but it's still a source of frustration that I wish I could overcome.
I still remember the day I was set to give a presentation in school. I had spent hours preparing my slides and rehearsing my talk, and I felt confident that I was ready to nail it. But as I walked to class, I noticed I forgot a text which I was asked by my teacher to come along with my presentation papers, that failure to do so, I would not be given room to present,
My heart sank as I realized,
I begin to Panic as I check through my bag, hoping against hope that the text would magically appear.
But it was nowhere to be found. I had left it on my desk at home, and now it was too late to go back and get it.
I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me as I realized I had no choice but to miss the presentation. I had been looking forward to presenting today cause it cost a lot of marks and now I was going to have to sit out. I felt disappointed and frustrated with myself for being so careless.
As I stood outside the classroom, feeling defeated and embarrassed, I couldn't help but think about how much I had been looking forward to this presentation Asif it cost all my life. I had put in so much effort and preparation, and now it seemed like it was all for nothing.
Missing the presentation was a tough pill to swallow, but it taught me a valuable lesson about the importance of double-checking and being prepared. From then on, I made sure to always have a checklist of everything I needed to bring to class, and I never forgot again till I graduated.
