I'm Lindsay Ferrier, a Nashville writer with a passion for family travel, exploring Tennessee, and raising kids without losing my mind in the process. This is where I share my discoveries, along with occasional deep thoughts, pop culture tangents and a sprinkling of snark. Want to get in touch? Use the CONTACT form at the top of the page.
February 8, 2006
>I was at the grocery a few weeks ago when I noticed that one woman kept smiling broadly at me every time our paths crossed. Hesitantly, I finally smiled back. Who the hell was she?
“Hi,” she said as I passed her in the frozen foods. “How’s that sweet baby?”
Instinctively, I put my hand to my neck. How did she know about my baby?
“She’s fine,” I croaked, before wheeling my cart around and hightailing it out of there.
It wasn’t until I got into my car that I realized that the woman was my two-doors-down neighbor. Who brings me cookies at Christmas time. And talks to me when we run into each other out on the street. And made me dinner after I had Baby. I hadn’t even recognized her.
It is one thing to not be able to put a name with a face. Often I can’t put a face with anything. It’s all one big mental block in my mind.
I try to cover up my memory failure by smiling and waving at everyone who even looks at me. Or sometimes, I’ll just squint at people, like I really need glasses. But I imagine that acquaintances can still read the panic in my eyes and hear the quaver in my voice when I try to say hello even though I don’t recognize them. In fact, I know they can. Just ask Joe.
I ran into Joe last summer at a neighborhood picnic. He said hi, I said hi. We stood idly chatting for about 30 seconds before I realized he was a photographer I’d worked with a few times about two years ago. After talking for a few minutes, I said goodbye and went back to my family.
Two weeks later, Joe worked with a friend of mine.
“I saw Lucinda a few weeks ago,” he said. “She was so cold to me. I couldn’t believe it. She barely even looked at me.”
Now that obviously wasn’t true, but I do think his tall tale stemmed from the fact that he could tell I didn’t recognize him and it bruised his ego. It made me wonder how many others I’ve pissed off over the years without realizing it.
The worst part is that there’s really not much I can do about it. I can’t think of any easy solution, although I can think of one man who thought he’d come up with something.
When I worked in television news in South Carolina, my podunk station got a new news director. We weren’t expecting Dilbert to come in the front door, but that’s what we got. He had short blonde hair that stuck straight up in the air, horn rimmed glasses and he lovvvved gadgets. He wasn’t much of a people person either, which became clear the moment he arrived.
“Hi, I’m Scott.” Our eager chief photographer wanted to be the first to shake the ND’s hand.
“Hold it right there,” the ND said, holding up his wrist in front of Scott’s face. “There. Now where’s my office?”
All day long, this scenario played out over and over. Everyone who tried to introduce themselves got the old wrist-in-the-face response. And not much else. We wondered among ourselves what this dude was up to. Was he afraid of shaking hands? Was he displaying some sort of Trekkie greeting? We couldn’t figure it out.
A few days later, I was sitting in his office when I mentioned Scott’s name.
“Scott?” he said in confusion. “Who’s Scott again?”
“He’s our chief photographer,” I said patiently.
“Wait a second.” The News Director looked down at his watch and pressed a few buttons. “Nope. No. No. Huh. Is it this guy?” He turned his wrist toward me. There on the dial was a picture of Scott’s surprised face.
“Your watch takes pictures?” I asked.
“Yep,” he said proudly, scrolling through a series of angry and embarrassed-looking photos of my co-workers.
I would not advise any of you to try this particular memory method. Particularly if you’re not planning to let people know what you’re up to as you snap away.
But what’s a girl to do? I’m pretty much resigned to getting the “antisocial bitch” label from people who don’t know me very well. Maybe it’s better than the “zero-recall moron” label they’d give me if they knew the truth.
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>Yikes! I thought I was the only one who had no ability to recall faces. I’ve seriously been panicked by having a conversation with someone and not being able to remember who they are. And the worst part is when you’re with a friend and you’re expected to introduce the mystery person. That gets just plain awkward!
>If you hadn’t said his name, and you know, didn’t live where you do, I’d have sworn you were talking about my friend Allan. He’s a CompSci and is just that geeky.
>Oh, I’m bad at this too. When out with my friend Suzy one time, we ran into a friend of hers. Assuming we would have met at some point and I just didn’t remember, I greeted her effusively. Suzy looked confused. “Have you two met before?” she asked. The friend said she didn’t think so and I then had to admit that I was just covering my back. But effusive greetings do have the advantage of freaking the other person out, giving you a few more seconds to think 😉
>*devising ways to mess with Lucinda’s mind when soccer starts again*
>You could just explain to those people that the reason you didn’t retain who they are is because they lead shitty, unethical lives and can’t be your friends. HA! Didn’t they get the memememo?
>OMGosh I need to get me one of them. 😉
>I have a reunion coming up, and we’ve been reconnecting online for the planning. I’m not remembering ANYONE’s faces. I know that we knew each other, and they seem to know me, but I draw a total blank. I’m loathing going to it now because they will catch me red handed not recognizing them. I can’t find a yearbook, but honestly that wouldn’t help! Maybe I’ll just wait and arrive after everyone’s drunk…
>This happens to me all the time, and it embarrasses the bejeebers out of me. I’ve lived in the same city for about 33 years, so there are lots of people who recognize me, and, most of the time I have no clue at all who they are. I’m planning to move to another state, and maybe I’ll get one of those watches!Cordially,Melora
>I can’t remember names or faces. My wife will never know when I start getting Alzheimer’s. There’s no baseline to measure against.
>It could be worse–you could be an antisocial bitch with zero-recall…I know a few of those and may even occasionally be guilty of being one of those!
>I’m the absolute worst with names and faces! At least you can eventually figure out who the people are – I have no clue!! It is nice to know I’m not alone out there in forgetful land!! :-)LadyBug
>This is hilarious. I can usually remember a face, but often forget the names. You could try asking them what’s new or something very generic to try to trigger your memory, or better yet, dye your hair and wear sunglasses all the time and no one will recognize you. There. Problem solved.
>faces i remember names not 2 good with do u have n e idea how embarrasing it is 2 try n introduce 2 people n totally blank out on tha second 1’s name? when they both have the same name!?!?!
>I have been fortunate enough to be really good with names and faces. My husband is terrible so he always turns to me at parties and asks, “Now who is that?” He can’t even keep track of spouses at work functions. However, the other day I had a lady call on the phone and even tell me her name I could not place her at all. I had to keep her talking and then I realized she was the mother of a friend of my daughters. I hate when people start talking to me on the phone and assume I know who they are. Faces yes, voices, not so much. Guess I’m only an antisocial bitch on the phone 🙂
>When it comes to those hazy people, if you figure they don’t remember/know you they probably do. If you think they do remember/know you, they probably don’t. Either way you’re screwed or they are!
>It’s actually worse when you recognize someone’s face, but for the life of you CAN’T remember where you know them from, or what their name is.That happens to me ALL the time. It’d be better if I just didn’t recognize them at all. Then I wouldn’t be mentally kicking myself all the time.”WHO is that!!?? I KNOW I know who that is!!”
>I have the same problem!! I am constantly being rude to cover up my inabilty to recall important data. Oh well. At least the bitch label suits me 😉
>Hey, all you have to do is whenever anybody looks at you, just say “Hiiiiiiiii! How aaaaaaare youuuuuuu?” They’ll think they are the one who has forgotten you. If you don’t know them, you’ll never see them again anyway and it’ll cover you for the people you should know–they’ll think you remember.
>Yikes! For me, although I’m good with faces, I’m terrible with names. There are women in my library playgroup, which I’ve been going to for more than a year, who I don’t address specifically ‘cuz I still don’t remember their name and I’m too embarrassed to ask it again since so much time has no elapsed.
>Last time I was “home” visiting my parents, a girl started talking to me as if I knew her. Turns out she recognized me from school. Elementary School! Yep, she says, “I was in Mrs. Blahblah’s class with you in fourth grade!”Holy crap. I can’t remember women from the Wive’s group NOW. And she remembers me from fourth grade? That’s f***ed up.
>I used to manage 100 temps at a client site. Once they were out of my office, I quickly forgot who they were, UNLESS they came back at some point, to my office. When they would say hello to me in the hallways or from someone’s office, I could never remember if they were my employees or my client. I felt really bad when I got baby presents on my desk and I didn’t know where the employees sat to thank them.To be fair, I never forgot the bad employees. And I ran into far too many of them at Target after I fired them. Good times. Especially when I was called a bitch by one of them IN FRONT OF MY DAUGHTER.
>Wow…that’s actually kind of genius lmao! I forget *everyones* name. I’m lucky to remember my own most days. But that’s honestly because of the medication I’m on – it causes severe short-term memory loss. Unfortunately I can’t explain that to most people and they just think I’m a rude person lol Photo-watches…how interesting…
>Great story! I live in a small town, so I’m having this problem all the time. I’m getting to the point where I think I can tell when others can’t remember me when I remember them. Either way, it’s uncomfortable.
>omg.. I have the SAME problem.. plus I’m not overly social so that doesn’t help!
>just wait until menopause, darling. You won’t remember you have a baby.
>OK, that is some strange behavior right there…what does he DO with those pictures?