What’s Your Name Again? April 23, 2007Posted by Matt in Uncategorized.
Tags: grocery shopping, memory
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Originally posted 4/23/07
This evening I was ambling along the aisles of our local market, pushing that wheeled contraption of metal and plastic with spinning, squeaky wheels that invariably pull to the right from years of abuse, which contained a small mountain of foodstuffs piled high and most likely glutted with enough semi-toxic chemicals to decimate an entire tribe of indigenous people with weaker immune systems than our own. Let’s face it, grocery shopping just isn’t a very enjoyable experiece – you spend what seems like an eternity poring over labels with cryptic measurements that nobody actually uses and over price tags looking for the best deal without completely sacrificing the health and well-being of your children, before stumbling to the one operative register, where the column of people stretches farther than the eye can see and you can’t help but think this must be like the line to see God on judgement day when your last name begins with a W.
But, I digress, on this fine evening in northern Mississippi I was sauntering down the aisle when a female voice called out, “Hi, Matt.” So, I turn around and poised in front of me is an attractive young woman, with blonde hair and glasses, who for some odd reason looks vaguely familiar. She goes on to ask about D and the girls and so on and so forth, but the whole time I’m racking every neuron that is still somewhat functional, quickly turning the pages of the discombobulated book of names and faces in my head, trying to figure out who this is and how she knows my family. By the time I bid her farewell, I had reached the conclusion that we must have gone to the same church at some point prior, but her name was still just out of reach.
Do any of you also have problems with names? I know most of my predicament stems from suffering a massive cerebral injury several years ago, but, even though I know the source of my memory struggles, it doesn’t make it any easier. I’ve been know to meet someone and promptly disremember the principle distinction used to tell one human being from another within the hour, if not sooner. It’s frustrating, but I’ve mastered the art of smiling and nodding and looking at least somewhat cognizant of what is going on around me.
So, if I ever stop to chat with you, but look a bit confused (at least more than normal) and never call you by your name, please don’t take it personally. Just mention your name in an unassuming manner so that I don’t have to risk the embarassment of not knowing some long-lost friend or family member.
Thank you for your cooperation.