I once knew someone who used the word 'nothing' as a password.
I suggested 'confused' as according to me that competed strongly to become her middle name. Incidentally she never really had a middle name and I filled many an idle minute lazily thinking them up.
Never really very fond of her as a person, I found myself hovering between a dull respect and mellow condescension towards her. How those feelings can coexist I have no idea!
Being a fussy yet silent carer comes naturally to me but in her case I found that I could not care less. It was as if she was unbreakable....I knew she could and would withstand anything that came her way....but in what manner? Ah! Now that is where the dull grudging respect comes to the fore.
She reminded me of the much-loved bumbling-fool like protagonists from novels read. Ones who seemed apparently to stumble into the right moments and inadvertently cause everything to fall into place. She was like that....sometimes recklessly hurtling through life....sometimes casually sauntering (more her style!) in and out of her days....but all the time managing to tick the boxes somehow.
I have known her for quite a while now and like peeling of the layers of an onion...I get the feeling that there is more to uncover. The mystery more than anything else is what keeps me going....otherwise I assure you I have better things to do than to get to know a person who's password is 'nothing'.
Seriously, who does that?!!


 

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