Today, after 5 whole days, I somehow managed to answer my Gmail security question correctly and was finally given back my stuff!! Like emails people have sent me — especially those “Fw:” ones, I love them so much! — and, oh, the entire email database for Boheme.
But I was actually kinda nervous while waiting for the security question to come up as if I really were some kind of impostor. Just sitting there, I couldn’t remember what the question was — which one did I use? what if I answer it wrong out of my nervous mania? — stuff like that. But then the question popped up and nervous mania whooshed away as I said, “Puh-leaze, how easy,” typed it in, and voila! Email again after only five whole days! (I could have had it instantly if they’d sent me the security question five days ago but) Ain’t technology grand?
(And may I say how ridiculous it is that I thought my own security question — that I wrote myself — should challenge me in some way? Actually be HARD to guess? Because I really did say, out loud, here, by myself, “Puh-leaze, how easy.” Like I was disappointed not to be stumped by myself.)
Something like, “Tracey, what is your name?”
I love forwards too. Small world. [she said without a hint of sarcasm]
I can actually understand the fear, because I HAVE stumped myself.
I have hidden things…be it a spare key or a computer file…and very “cleverly” disguised it so that only I could find it later, when I needed it.
Unfortunately, when it came time to actually find it…I, uhm, I didn’t remember where I hid it.
I am truly a force to be reckonned with. I can hide things from myself! Impressive!
So, uhm, anyway, sadly, I understand the nervousness.