People said I was good at remembering names. I enjoyed the look of surprise on people’s faces when they heard their name spoken and realized I cared about who they are.
If I couldn’t remember a name, I surely recognized a face I’d seen before, and likely where and when I’d seen it.
My man and I moved 11 times in 20 years while he was in the military. Having lived so many places did present a challenge for my memory when I saw a familiar face. I often had to ask myself if the face belonged to someone I had met where I lived presently, or if it was a face that resembled someone I knew while I lived someplace else. I could usually figure it out.
I spend most of my time at home now, so you’d think meeting fewer people and seeing a limited amount of faces would result in being able to remember a greater percentage of those I encounter. Not so. Whether that can be contributed to age, MS, or both can’t be determined.
What’s most uncomfortable for me, is that so many people seem to know who I am. At first, I was surprised and praised people for their tremendous memories. It took me longer than it should have to realize that I am incredibly easy to identify. There aren’t a lot of women riding around on electric scooters. It’s more than likely the way I am described…”you know, the woman on the scooter”. Although I would so much rather be described as tall, dark-haired or friendly, there are worse ways to describe a person.
I have become the Woman on Wheels. Weeeeeeee! I’m thinking I should change my name to something that starts with “W” or think of a catchy nickname. Help me brainstorm….ideas?