I gotta admit… there’s something that’s been bugging me lately. (surprised?) I know I’m going onto the block with this one because almost everybody I know does this- but I HATE it when people at parties say “I remember faces, not names.” As if this totally absolves people from recalling people’s names. C’mon- who the hell doesn’t remember faces?

I’m not saying that I remember everybody’s name all the time- not by any means. But I don’t go around pretending that it’s okay. Well, whenever I hear somebody cutely say “I remember faces, not names,” I usually reply that I’m the opposite. “I remember names, not faces.” As if I’ve got this bag filled with names who’s faces I can’t attach them to. Most people look at me a little confused, and then just kinda move on.

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