

Pretty sure it’s not the boning part, my sexuality is anything but repressed.
As for walking past each other, out of the question. We’re both anxiety riddled human flamingo nerds, we’d be able to spot each other miles away. Ambush tactics are the only safe bet so it comes down to which of us was less distracted by the lighting and managed to impromptu a weapon first.















I use the old school method. Each password is a combination of my one preferred password, and three words that relate to the subject but are too funny to forget. For instant, Amazon would be “FuckJeffBezos123456Aa*” or something like that. I only have to remember my version of the “123456Aa*” because every time I think about amazon I already think “fuck Jeff Bezos”.
This uses your mind’s natural ability to associate instead of just raw memory. It also guarantees your passwords always meet requirements.
Lastly, record them all in the meat space in a small journal that I place in a conspicuous place. You can’t hack a notebook and I’m not important enough to rob for access to my Lemmy account.