I have a long-term memory disorder. I was hit by a car when I was 12 years old, and at the time, I was diagnosed with nothing more than a concussion. Frankly, it was a stone-cold miracle that I could have done so much damage to a white Mercedes with my head and not died. It is, indeed, one fiercely heavy, thick-boned skull, I grant that.
Unfortunately, that concussion affected that part of my brain that deals directly with long-term memories. As a result, I can retain information about people so long as those people stay in my life or I'm reminded of them in context. You can't show me a photo of someone I haven't spoken to in years and expect me to know that person.
It's pretty sad, actually. I get the sense that I've lost a lot of my own history, that important memories of people, places, and events keep slipping away. It's going to make for one hell of an old-age ennui.
Right now, however, I'm feeling the worst of it. I've returned to work at a company that I'd left about 12 years ago. There are people here that remember me from that time. They greet me in the halls and ask me if I remember them. I don't. It's not their fault, and it's not really mine, it's just frustrating, embarrassing, and totally awful.
So -- if you are one of those people, please don't take my blank-eyed stare as an opinion of your worth in my life. It's just a broken group of brain cells. Them's the breaks. No hard feelings, huh?