United Methodist; Asexual; INFP; Complex neurodivergent
Digital artist; aspiring YouTuber
Primary Characters:
Spark E. - anthro border collie, adopted little brother of Lam E. (representing my ego)
Lam E. - anthro sheep, adopted older sister of Spark E. (representing my superego)
Tom E. - feral demon cat (representing my intrusive thoughts, inner doubt, and self-deprecation)
I sometimes block prompters. #SayNoToAIArt
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If I can't remember your name, or if I struggle to remember who you are, it is not personal.
I cannot help it.
Our interactions simply do not last long enough to leave a lasting impression in my memory.
Given enough further interaction, your face, and sometimes your name could find a space in my memory. In the meantime, I am doing my best.
So, now you know.
If you continue to be offended, that is no longer my problem. 4/4
In the context of our lobby, you see me, and possibly two or three others.
In the same context, I see hundreds of faces, hear and dozens of names, in the course of my duties.
I value your uniquness and individuality, but... my energy and powers of information processing are limited... that is my claim to uniquity. While some are able to memorize both the names and corresponding faces of all the people they meet, I have, like ten or twenty total "slots" for such info. 2/4
I have to put the following out here:
I am a host at [restaurant], on [street/road name], in [city, state/province]. Evey once in a while, a dine-in or carry-out guest will express surprise, and sometimes dismay (or possibly offence?) that I have not memorised both their name and their face.
To such:
Much like yourselves, I am one small face in the vast expanse of faces, just one name in the Alexandian library of names, that wander the Earth.
1/4
I am concerned, and I have questions. (lol)
(In seriousness , though, this number is not in my contacts. Who jumps right into such a familiar interaction like this without ascertaining they have the correct number?)
Bear with me a moment; I'm about to be spicy:
People who complain that paper straws don't hold up to two-hours' use...
are like people who say, "You're out of paper towel in the restroom"...
when in reality you can't locate the motion sensor that dispenses the towel.
It's not a product issue, it's a skill issue.
It's saliva that unravels the straw; your lips should just lightly rest on the end of the straw.
Try it and see!
It occurs to me that D*n*ld Tr*mp might just be three kobolds in a trenchcoat.
It also occurs to me that I'm most likely not the first person to make that joke.
#3koboldsinatrenchcoat #threekoboldsinatrenchcoat #theAbominableOrange
sjar@itsmesjarlie