I rarely forget people. I am usually the person who can tell you where we met, how we know each other and I probably remember your name. It often makes me feel a little strange that I remember someone when they’ve clearly forgotten me. It makes me feel like I don’t really make an impression on people, like I somehow don’t matter enough to remember.
I comfort myself with the idea that it’s not that I’m not remarkable, it’s that I just have an unusually good memory for faces and circumstances – though I’m not sure if this is so.
Recently though, I’ve run into people who remembered me that I had no memory of. This baffled me – because I almost always remember. I probably meet such moments with more than your average sense of incredulity.