tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post4406854722754752119..comments2024-03-18T05:15:30.666-04:00Comments on Foma*: When Worlds Collideyellojkthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09592683505688819187noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post-56409150234491715712008-12-22T12:58:00.000-05:002008-12-22T12:58:00.000-05:00One time I was in my local pharmacy--I mean, the o...One time I was in my local pharmacy--I mean, the one about 2 blocks from my house--and I saw a man at the check-out counter who was familiar in a very un-familiar way. I felt that I had definitely seen him before, and more than that, I felt that I didn't like him. But I had no idea of what his name was or where I knew him from, or why I had that negative feeling about him. I just stared at him for as long as I could and wracked my brain. At some point, possibly an hour or two later, it clicked in. He was a local community theater actor who had played the villain in a children's theater production my daughter had acted in. I was so relieved to remember that! I really didn't know him at all, and it wasn't him that I disliked, but only the character he had played on stage.Read/Think/Livehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09946730359021209276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post-4699221210856078022008-11-24T18:50:00.000-05:002008-11-24T18:50:00.000-05:00I think it could have something to do with age. I'...I think it could have something to do with age. I'm officially moving in to my late 30's this week and I find my brain slowly slipping. <BR/><BR/>What was I talking about?<BR/><BR/>Are you ready for a spanking on Saturday?A Free Manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01038930031019179647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post-73118753442679006052008-11-24T13:24:00.000-05:002008-11-24T13:24:00.000-05:00I don't even recognize my own son (at first) when ...I don't even recognize my own son (at first) when running into him someplace I don't expect him to be. About the only person I will recognize in unexpected places is the Spouse Thingy, but then he better explain why he's where he's not supposed to be...Thumperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02154314376352066709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post-83765934882419040352008-11-24T13:03:00.000-05:002008-11-24T13:03:00.000-05:00What 2fs said. It's all contextual. I've seen bot...What 2fs said. It's all contextual. I've seen both my eye doctor and my hairdresser (stop snickering!) at my neighborhood pizza joint and didn't immediately recognize them. "Hmmm, he/she looks familiar..." I see other shoppers all the time at the grocery store that I'm sure I should recognize but don't. Neighbor? Old high school classmate? Somebody who works at another store? Who knows. It's hell growing old.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post-33815594588207720712008-11-24T12:55:00.000-05:002008-11-24T12:55:00.000-05:00I read your blog, dummy.I read your blog, dummy.TBGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04671397846105100809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post-91061540205949330122008-11-23T23:59:00.000-05:002008-11-23T23:59:00.000-05:00Josh,Women married to nerds and geeks carry a spec...Josh,<BR/>Women married to nerds and geeks carry a special burden. You are a lucky guy.<BR/><BR/>mooselet,<BR/>I've been practicing the "say the name eight times" trick as much as I can. It still only helps a little.yellojkthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09592683505688819187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post-63529998691441952512008-11-23T23:36:00.000-05:002008-11-23T23:36:00.000-05:00I will often recognize the face but cannot put it ...I will often recognize the face but cannot put it into context, like "I know I know you but I don't know how." I'm really bad with names, too, so I say a person's name several times when I first meet them to help me remember. "So nice to meet you, Michelle" "Thanks so much Michelle" "So Michelle..." "See you later Michelle". I'm sure I sound retarded but I can't remember otherwise.Mooselethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16874418427786990740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post-33637370178079903912008-11-23T22:39:00.000-05:002008-11-23T22:39:00.000-05:00This happens to me All. The. Time. The worst examp...This happens to me All. The. Time. The worst example was running into my boss in a supermarket back when I lived on Long Island. <BR/><BR/>It's also bad because I'm a relatively visible person in BCPSS so a lot of people know who I am by sight, but I don't necessarily know all their names, and I'm rarely sure if I SHOULD know their names, or if this is just someone who knows me from staff development or some such. Fortunately, now I'm pretty good at faking it until the clues pop into place.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post-38368057557574140252008-11-23T21:17:00.000-05:002008-11-23T21:17:00.000-05:00I think contextual recognition (or decontextual la...I think contextual recognition (or decontextual lack of recognition) is a pretty common thing. If you see someone only in a particular situation, that's understandable. When that happens to me, my problem is that I think I know who it is, but I'm also thinking no, it's just someone who looks similar...2fshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17813487704459856169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11920826.post-3666938502163323292008-11-23T20:40:00.000-05:002008-11-23T20:40:00.000-05:00Ha! Amber told me about this last night and was n...Ha! Amber told me about this last night and was not offended in the least. She had a very nice time talking to your wife and said that they immediately felt a kinship in that they both often help their husbands navigate social situations.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com