I don’t how many times I’ve lightheartedly teased myself about my memory. Not remembering things can be a bother, which is why I have a planner to write stuff down on. That’s a little bit of help, but there tend to be times when, in a conversation, I forget people’s names and I come off as rude, especially since that mostly happens to my classmates, and I’ve known them for at least four years or so.
I really ought to eat more carrots or something. Wait, I think those are for the eyesight. Hmm, peanuts then?
By the way, the official term for someone who can’t remember names of people or objects is anomia. It’s one of my self-assigned vocabulary words. I’m such a nerd, yeah?