I vividly remember how proud I was when I stood up in front of my kindergarten class and recited my phone number.
A quarter of a century later, I can’t even remember the first three digits of my girlfriend cell phone number.
My attachment with my phone’s Phonebook is atomic.
This unhealthy relationship becomes crystal clear when someone calls me for a mutual friend’s number and I realize its in my all-knowing numerical lexicon.
- I have to tell the caller to wait while I retrieve it.
- Press “Menu”
- then “Phonebook”
- Scroll down to the name of the individual
- Make sure I haven’t accidentally dropped the original caller
- Remember as many numbers as possible and start reciting
- Realize my short-memory allows only 3 numbers at a time
- Become flustered when the caller didn’t hear the entire number
- Repeat the sluggish process of calling out 3 numbers again
I hope Darwin’s Theory is wrong or we are truly fucked.
