dictation's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- bad food, good beer, great company Not remembering the names of the people who remember yours makes for an awkward situation at any reunion. I'm so good at "Oh hi!!!!!!!!!!!" as if I do though. I avoided one woman all night because she had warmly greeted me with Oh hiiiiiiiiii when I arrived and I couldn't for the life of me remember her. Turns out she didn't remember my name either so she obviously makes use of the same technique. My memory sucks. I'll remember names and not faces. I'll remember faces and not names. Funny how many of the people I once despised got remembered though. Hee hee. None of them showed up [several weren't invited] but they got a few honourable mentions. Realized too that most of the time we saunter around oblivious to the fact that we're leaving impressions. Like fossilized footprints. Someone - usually it's a person you barely remember or knew only superficially - will walk up to you and tell you how impressed they were by something you said or did or wrote. And their memory of you will catch you off guard because you don't remember, and what's more you can't believe you're being remembered for something you consider small and insignificant. Still, it will mean a lot to hear that you touched someone. And remind you of the impressions you're capable of leaving. 11:22 p.m. - 19 May 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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