Once, when I was home from college for the summer, a friend and I ran into someone from high school at an ice cream place. He said hi, knew exactly who we were, and chatted with us for a bit. But I had no idea what his name was.
If it sounds like I was just so popular in high school and knew so many people that it only makes sense they’d remember me but I wouldn’t remember them, I’m explaining it wrong. It’s just that I have a bad memory. Read the rest of this entry »