I neither remember nor recognise people’s faces. Coupled with my poor memory for people’s names, I have no means of orientation in people. I do remember names of writers though because that’s what I spent my time doing when I was doing and am still doing literature. I also assume that I would have a better chance at remembering people’s names if I listened when they introduce themselves. I’m usually too distracted by introducing myself to notice anyone else introducing themselves.
I received two friend requests on Facebook overnight, and it was Facebook that incited my thinking about faces. I recognised neither the faces nor the names of the people who added me and I was about to delete them when I noticed we shared some friends. I dived into the depths of my least favourite social medium and discovered that the two persons in question must have been my classmates fifteen years ago. While this was settled, I still couldn’t say which classmates these were.
After much digging around, I retrieved the namelist of my childhood classmates. It didn’t help greatly because both aspiring Facebook friends were women who changed their last names with marriage, I assume. Their first names narrowed down the options but I was still left with several candidates. Their profile photos were that of complete strangers, not assisted by their stock photo style and airbrushing, which erased all individual features. Eventually, I managed to identify one of them. The other one remains a mystery. I consider it impolite to ask her who the hell she is.