Oh, that sucks.

I am bad with names, and also get strangely paranoid that I don't know someone's name, when in fact I do.

Today was neither a good nor a productive day. PMS forced me to admit some unpleasant things to myself, as that bitch frequently does. And I'm freaking out about this job thing, if I can afford it, if I can do it, do I really want to work for this org? Had a nasty anxiety attack, worst I've had in a while. And I don't have meds for that sort of thing, so I made do with a bourbon and ginger.

And now I'm just rambling, and it's time for bed, and I am so not ready for tomorrow. ::sigh::

I called a cousin by the wrong name. Well, actually, I thought Cousin A was Cousin B, because I hadn't seen them in, like, 20 years. But still.

Hah--a lot of people did this at my dad's 70th birthday, they thought I was my sister and vice-versa.

I am totally bad with names, and there are TONS of people that I've now known for years, dancing every week, but can't remember their names. I've met them repeatedly, and I'm every year SOOOO glad when the yearly convention rolls around and we're wearing nametags for the out-of-towners...and then I go right back to having forgotten everyone's name.

If I were in charge of the world, everyone would wear nametags. Also, all buildings would have visible street numbers. Most people are happy I'm not in charge of the world, though.

I am very bad with names, which is why I am still waiting to meet Megan Walker.

I am horrible with names, especially if I see someone I know in a different context. I completely didn't recognize my across-the-street neighbor when I saw her at my gym.

I am cross posting this because it's *that* funny! Especially for you parents! [link]

I am so glad TCG and I are eloping, just dealing with being a bridesmaid in T's wedding is overwhelming me. Of course, part of that might be having to fly across the country.

I forget people's names. But I tend to be pretty upfront about it. I try not to say things behind people's back -- just because of this kind of situation.

ION if feels like my face is covered with plates of amour that are about to shatter. stupid sinuses.

I really liked one of the people I met at dinner last night, but my brain wouldn't accept her face and name matching so I referred to her as "Graham's wife" all night.

Joyce?

I'm good with names and I only get about half of them right all the time (like I can memorize the names and faces in a class of 50 kids before the end of the first day's session). But I also really work at it. Socially, it's harder because I often have a hard time hearing the name the first time.

Joyce?

I knew this. Why do I know this and can't remember the names of people I've actually met?