I’ve been told many times that I have a good memory for small, would-be insignificant stuff. I’m not really talking about random facts and tid-bits but actual situations and converstations. Specifically I have this knack for remembering odd trivia about people I meet only once or twice and am able to recall it years later. I can only assume it’s because this trivia is all I have to associate with them. That being said…it’s creepy. Not so much to me because I can’t help what I remember, but to other people it’s bazare and comes across as disturbing, especially when by chance I meet up with said person later in life and am able to regurgitate facts about them. It’s especially awkward when the person is a guy because there’s this automatic assumption that I’m infatuated with them when in truth it has nothing to do with them but everything to do with me.
About a year and a half ago, I met up with a friend that I hadn’t seen in a few years. As we were talking about this and that he asked where I was living. We were living in different towns about 20 min. away from each other but I described the location and apartment complex. He had never been there before. Nine or ten months later I run into this guy again. As we’re catching up he says, “Are you still living in that same complex?” and proceeds to name the streets and intersection nearby. I couldn’t help myself and responded with, “geez you stalker!” I would like to add that I was laughing and reassured him that I too was a fellow memorizer and that I really didn’t think he was a stalker. But in that moment I heard what it must sound like and could understand how non-memorizers could be alarmed.
So last night I went to a church activity. As people were coming and mingling, I see this guy walk in that I immediately recognize from my days living in Hawaii 7 years ago. We make eye contact for a second and because I’m not overtly outgoing in situations like that I turn my attention to something else – besides I only talked with him once or twice before so I was sure he wouldn’t make the connection. To my surprise, he comes right over to me and says, “Didn’t I meet you back in Hawaii?” And I responded that yes, we had met there before and we make small talk. He asks me my name and then states his (as though I don’t know) and just because I don’t want to freak him out, I say something like, “Weren’t you friends with so and so’s brother?”, even though I know perfectly well that he was. Matter of fact, I could not only recall his first and last name, how I met him, who he was friends with, I also remembered that he had lived in Puerto Rico for two years, had lived in Alaska for a summer to earning money on a fishing boat, which town and state he was from, and what town in Utah he had been living in. YIKES!! I know how this makes me sound…like a total stalker! My only consolation was that maybe he too is a memorizer since he recognized me as well. Maybe there are more of us out there than I thought. But just in case there aren’t, I think I’ll stick to playing dumb.