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Originally posted by ironweed
I tend to suppress my memories of the most disturbing ones. Which, coincidentally, all seem to involve GA happy hours gone wrong. I am an infallibly smoove operator at all other times.
Except when called on to remember someone's name. I often find myself at the point where, having met someone several times, it is no longer possible to ask to be reminded of their name again. This is the point at which, if I am lucky enough to be with my darling wife, and luckier still that she has not met the person yet, I will stand like a mannequin when it is time to introduce the acquaintance to her. This is our universal signal that I have forgotten the acquaintance's name. Usually, my darling wife catches on quickly, introduces herself and the name is revealed with a minimum of suspicion on the acquaintance's part. Other times, especially when I have done something to anger my darling wife in the immediate (or distant - who can remember?) past, she will introduce herself and then helpfully add that "[ironweed] forgot your name, you know." Then we all laugh. Ha ha ha.
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I am just like you! I think I have blanked out most uncomfortable moments. I also forget everyone's name, which is unfortunate because I remember faces, so I know that I know someone, I just don't know what their name is. This happens with people I've met several times.
I am not like you in that I don't have a darling wife. Which is unfortunate, because my apartment could really use some unpaid labor.
I remember one uncomfortable moment (more so for the witnesses than for me). I dislike public speaking very much. I had to give a presentation to my class in undergrad on something or other -- I think it was a Sylvia Plath poem, something about Daddy being a Nazi. Uplifting. Anyhoo, I had miscarried about a week or so before the presentation, and it was not particularly easy and I had had to be hospitalized for a few days. So I am still kind of recovering and unsteady. I get up to do my little presentation and about halfway through I feel like I have to sit down. So I announce that I have to sit down and then I wail "I just lost my BAYBEEEEEEE!!!" and start bawling. This was a summer course and I wasn't particularly close to anyone in the class and no one knew what to do. Other than get me a chair, which someone did. And the prof awkwardly tried to make me feel better.
The next day I gave the presentation and it was fine. Grace under pressure.
