I finally remember my ATM passcode after three weeks of complete blank. I'd swipe my debit card at the cash register and freeze before recalling that I had to get a new code. The old one was the same since I got my first bank account ages ago. It was derived from my childhood best friend's phone number at the time. Three weeks ago it suddenly left my mind.
Then last night I dreamt I was sitting on a couch next to my childhood friend's mother. Voila, the block is gone. I stopped at the store this morning and automatically punched the old code before remembering that I wasn't supposed to remember it.
The mind is a wild and woolly thing.
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