I realised today that I don’t. Not only that, but I mentally hang up when asked to provide details of my favourite anything, be it favourite film, colour, food, cocktail, whatever. It’s like the gears in my brain grind upon one another, metal-on-metal getting stuck in this indefinite fugue.

It probably speaks to a wider personality issue. Whenever anyone asks me “How are you?” there is a learned and deliberate conscious process now activated inside of me, to override my natural impulse to give a detailled and accurate answer to this question with “I’m good, you?”

You can imagine what a struggle it is for me to complete security questions whenever registering an online account. The older I get, the further into the depths of my long-term memory I have to go in order to retrieve the answer to an historical question. Passkeys cannot come quick enough!

Is it just me then? Am I not picky enough? Do I just want to have my cake and eat it, but also have a brownie and a biscuit?