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One of the most frustrating things for me is my failure to remember names. It seems like I am able to figure out how to do just about anything, but when it comes to remembering the name of someone I should know, I fail miserably. This is particularly embarrassing because the impression is that the person is not important if I cannot even remember their name, which is not actually the case.
There are, however, other times when a name comes from the middle of nowhere and I feel a sense of accomplishment in the simple recall. It is as if the sun has risen and given me the gift of remembering something I normally would not. It is as if the snow has melted just enough to allow me to uncover that which otherwise would have remained hidden forever. I love being aware of these things.
Meanderings, at best 