I’ve had this happen enough times that I usually say something like “I’m so sorry, I recognize your face but I just can’t recall your name right now. Would you remind me again please?” Most people take that pretty well.
Yep, that’s what well-adjusted, mature adults do nowadays.
And before everyone chimes in joking, “well that doesn’t apply to any of us lol!” It’s doing shit like this that makes you well adjusted and mature, not the other way around.
I know this ain’t no self-help advice column and we all just want a quick laugh, but it’s nice to come across some helpful life advice once in a while.
Yep! Truly, fake it 'til you make it. I hate social situations, but I can at least put on enough of a public face to get through them, partially through coping strategies like those.
Another one-
When you’re at something social in a large group setting and done talking to someone you don’t have to let it linger and get all awkward.
You can just say “hey this was a nice chat! I’m going to go talk to other people now!”
It’s that simple. And that’s a totally normal way to end a conversation that people will react well to and appreciate. You can jazz it up “eg let’s do this again/how can I contact you/” but the basics don’t change.
I used to over think everything to the point of paralysis and get real awkward and anxious. Now I just communicate what I want directly but politely and it works out much better.
As you get older, people are more forgiving. I’ve been having “senior moments” my entire life so it’s nice that I’m starting to look the part.
Seems a bit too formal to me. I usually just say “sorry, I’m good with faces not names, what’s your name again?”
Sorry, I’m terrible with both names and faces, it’s gotten so bad that the people who live in my house and I assume must be my family are massively concerned, I was actually just on my way to seek professional help, but I don’t remember who my doctor is. Who are you?
Everyone’s name is either “hey you” or “you there”
Just be really stoned all the time and call everyone “dude” but make up for it with enthusiasm.
Depending on where you are it can even be “oi, cunt” or “ей, ТАПАГ”
As an American “oi cunt” is often deemed inappropriate and abusive
As an American who actually talks to people like that it pretty much just weeds out all overly sensitive people making my life a lot simpler.
If I call you a cunt in a joking tone with a smile on my face and you get all puffy I’m erasing your existence in my mind.
Yeah, I don’t know about the US, but seems like Brits use it in a sort of amicable manner.
“Hey, how’s it going!?”
Just skip right past names.
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Story time!
During uni, I’d just moved house with some friends of mine, a big old party house of 9 people (5 officially lived there, but some had partners, and a couple friends usually crashed on the sofas). My room was the converted garage, so was at the front of the house, which meant I had door duty.
So there was a knock at the door a few days after we moved in. I opened it and there was a girl there, similar age to us, who said “Hi [my name], we saw you guys move in, thought we’d come over when you were settled. We live just down the road.” I have no idea who this girl is, but she knows me by name, so I greet her in a friendly manner, while internally trying to figure out who the fuck she is.
We’re chatting for a bit, from the context of the conversation I discern she knows people I know, but I still don’t recognise her. Then one of my housemates comes down the stairs and greets her by name, let’s say Susie. ‘Good,’ I think, ‘Mike knows her, she’s at least not a crazy catfish.’
After a couple more minutes, she addresses me, looking annoyed. “You don’t remember me, do you?” she says, directly at me. I flubber for a bit, apologise and ask where we met. She says she sees me all the time at The Hole In The Wall, a local pub. “Well you can’t expect me to remember someone I only meet while drunk!”
We’re still standing in the doorway, front door open, when someone else shows up. I recognise him and greet him, “Hi, John!” This sends Susie into a rage. “John’s my boyfriend! You’ve only met him when you see me. And you remember him!” I don’t know how to react and again blame alcohol.
Recounting this story to another housemate later in the day, he just laughs. “You really are gay, aren’t you?” he manages during fits of laughter.
Lol, poor whats-her-name.
Dude that’s hilarious 😂
What up friend?
I’m not your friend, buddy!
I’m not your buddy, guy!
What’s your name again? — John — Oh no, I know that, I mean your last name. (In your head “JOHN John John John John John…)
Say, Jarvis …
The perils of working retail with a nametag on
What’s good my dude?
