No one believes me that I don’t know my own phone number

I haven’t memorized a phone number since 2002 and I am damn proud of it.

It’s not only an interesting personality quirk, but it is a moral stand, dammit. There is no reason to memorize phone numbers anymore. I am obviously ahead of my time and one day this will be appreciated but for now… no one believes me.

I don’t know a single number including mine. When people hear it they think it’s awesome but when people experience it they think I’m a liar. Especially chicks skeptical that I’m avoiding talking to them again or am preparing to fake-number them do the squinty eyed investigative deconstructions like that. No need to be actin like an ugly chick, brah.

Business contacts think I’m trying to dodge them, new associates think I’m trying to weasel out of contacting them again – but it’s true.

I just got a massage and didn’t have my ID and the asian lady made me write down my number and was super skeptical and cautious when I had to look in my phone to write down my number. She was then *really* confused when she called it to verify and it actually rang.

eff you guys. There’s only so many GB of storage in my brain and I have to use every bit to fight evil and save the world. theres no reason to bring another series of numbers into the equation.

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