Things you probably don’t know about me. Part 2 of 16.
I have a problem remembering names. Faces isn’t a problem although the context might be slipping, which doesn’t help at all because it’s so much harder to try and remember who this might be.
Anyways. This not knowing means I make up nicknames for people in my head so that I can pin-point them easier. Some of these gets used properly, others… It might be that after a short while I discover that the nickname just doesn’t fit — hopefully before I’ve said it out loud. It is then removed as an index for that person, as an unfitting nickname is rather useless.
But the thing is this: I don’t throw away and forget them. I store them in my head, without much problem for some reason, and they lie there dormant and awaits getting attached. They’re orphans, and they need a home. Maybe not now, but some day. Considering point 14 in this, they’ll probably starve to death.