I was just reading an excellent post by Mommy Niri about how bloggers treat other bloggers, and lots of thoughts were going through my head: how what she was saying applies to many many situation having nothing to do with blogging; how often I’ve seen this kind of behavior at conferences and events; how those things have happened to me on occasion; and then, without warning, I thought “Is she talking about me?” I thought back to the last few events I had gone to, where I stayed in a corner or stuck with people I knew. This behavior wasn’t out of a desire to be alone or not make new friends and meet new people, but rather a fear that I will meet people I already know, and I won’t realize it!
For my whole life I’ve been unable to remember names and faces. It went unnoticed for a while because I had a long string of jobs where everyone wore a nametag – mostly restaurants, with a hotel thrown in. Then I had a lot of one-off jobs where I knew I’d never see any of the people again, so remembering names didn’t matter.
Now, however, I find myself in situations almost daily where I’m seeing people I’ve already met before, usually more than once. I’ve been going to blogging events for almost two years now, so I’m way past the point where I can play the new girl. In fact, at this point I feel a responsibility to take newer bloggers around and introduce them, but I can’t because it will just show how many names I don’t know!
To make matters worse, bloggers don’t just have one name, they often have two or three: their “real” name, their blog name, and their twitter name. I’m lucky if I can remember one of them! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had an entire conversation with someone, only to find out later that I already “knew” them through twitter, or already read their blog. Then I have to run our conversation back in my mind, trying to figure out if I said anything that made it completely obvious that I didn’t know who they were.
At this point, I think I need to just beg the universe to re-introduce themselves to me at every meeting. Just treat me like an idiot and say your name. “Hey Amy, it’s _____, great to see you!” Just assume I don’t know, no matter how many times we’ve met. I really am that dumb.
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