My computer is formatted. I agreed to allow it to save the old files, but I didn’t really want them, so I deleted them. Except there were files which could not be deleted. “Why is that?” I pondered out loud, looking through the three files folders which were at my disposal. I went back to the old.windows files.
Shuffling through properties it informed me, “11 files”. I rubbed by eyes and temples and thought on this conundrum. I only saw three files. Why in the world was it not letting me delete them and why in properties did it tell me eleven?
I went to my lap top, turned on my PS4 and started watching shows while writing. I couldn’t wrap my head around this issue. Then, as I was looking at some of the documents of my laptop, it struck me. Hidden files.
A year or two ago I had created clever hidden files. I thought, only I would ever be able to see them! They were filled with pictures that if I died I didn’t want the world to see, but from time to time I wanted to see them. The only issue is at this point that’s all I can remember of them.
There’s a problem: that’s all I remember of the pictures. There are two actual options, and one of them I could handle finding and the other would likely make me curl up into a ball in a cave for an extended period of time. It also means I know what the names to the folders would be.
The first is obvious. It could be porn. However, my general rule of thumb is to not save images to my computer. I think that’s rather crude. There is a chance I found images I had become so smitten with I saved them anyway, but this is immensely unlikely. Considering I’m trying to kick this, it’d be harmful to see the images, but I’m fairly sure I could delete them without lingering.
The second would be an ex girlfriend. You know, those pictures. I tried my best after the break up to delete everything. I thought that was only fair. But here I am, looking at three folders which apparently contain another eight folders, and this is a very real possibility. This would be an issue. It hurts to see her, badly, even a year later. This option would see me go to my room, put on songs like Let Her Go, and weep silently. I know, it’s not the manly approach. It is what it is.
For now I’ve opted to just ignore it. I will likely continue to ignore it. Since I haven’t done anything real substantial with my system since formatting it, I might format it again without saving the old files. Solve all my issues.
Have you ever found data on your computer you didn’t expect to find and likely didn’t want to find? Or have you found something that greatly excited you and you thought was lost?
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