Nov 01, 2009 - 11:25 PM
Still being somewhat freshly out of the collegiate lifestyle and quite proud of my alma mater, I am still completely dumbfounded at how terrible my memory has become. I look back on pictures of people that I knew (facebook stalking), people that I partied with, people who I shared stories with, and really...I can barely remember their names. This has nothing to do with being inconsiderate. I care about everyone I've ever met (well that's just a lie) and I am a decent enough human being, but I fear with my whole heart running into any of these 'said' people and not knowing their names. I mean really after knowing someone for more than a year, I'm pretty sure asking them what their names are could be construed as mighty rude. And rude is something I just don't like doing often. Unless of course circumstances call for a little spice. In that case, I'm happy to indulge in my repressed 'mean gene'.
EVERYONE SHOULD WEAR NAME TAGS. ALWAYS.
Problem solved.